Ok, I'm probably going to get flamed for this but I don't really care I'm saying the way I feel, and I've had nearly 30 people agree with the way I feel... and only about 1 person say I'm stupid for the way I feel... This is most likely going to be a REALLY long post, I'm sorry about that. I'm also probably going to get yelled at for doing all this typing on my busted wrist, but I've wanted to post this for nearly 3 weeks and not had the time, then wrecked my wrist and now it needs to come out before my head explodes...
Ok I've got a really good friend, last year at the beginning of the school year (september october area of 2008) he came out. He's gay. Everyone who was close to him was like "TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!!". Now to explain that way of thought. This kid is the stereotypical gay, minus that annoying lisp. He's way over the top, extremely feminine and all these things. So everyone who even know him for like 30 seconds thought he was gay, but he thought he was straight. So he finally came out. We were (and still am) happy for him. Only problem was that his parents weren't supportive. They actually started to become abusive. Granted it wasn't physical. They weren't talking to him, not doing anything for him. And stopped saying "I love you" before he'd leave for school/part time job. I realize on this site, that kind of abuse seems like peanuts to us, given what has happened to us, but that's not the point. Now he dealt with this abuse for a few weeks under the teenaged fog of "it'll get better, they just need time to adjust". Sadly this was not true, he needed to get out, even if it was just for a week.
At this point I was home sick from school and work because I had mono and was extremely sick, and should have been in the hospital (may explain in another entry we'll see) he texts my phone and I tell my mom what's happening. (Him and I had dated at some point before this and he was close with my family) So my mom picks him up from school he grabs clothes and stuffs and stays the weekend. Things with his parents die down and things are fine again. Fast forward about a year (so september/october 2009) things get bad, infact worse than they were the first time. This time he's decided he's going to move out, find his own apartment and get out of there. Only problem, other than not having an apartment lined up, the money for rent/food etc. Again my family swoops in and saves his poor behind. He needs time to get on student funding for this kind of thing from the government. And then start looking for housing that falls in his budget. We all thought this would take a few weeks to a couple months at the most.
Well it's not February... If I've counted correctly that's 5 months approx. Things were fine for a while, I won't lie. It was kind of fun. Only problem is, a couple weeks before he moved in, we (my mother brother and I, my parents are divorcing) moved into a semi-detached home where the basement is rented out to a university student. Now that means we have the main level and and upstairs. We only have 3 bedrooms. So he gets the short stick and has to bunk out on the couch in our living room area. That seemed fine with him, because this was going to be for a very short time period.
This is where it starts getting hairy. He keeps saying he's got places lined up and he'll be moving out on X day. Said day would come and go, and guess what!! He's still on our couch. He'd make up some bull shit excuse and start the process again. This has happened atleast 20 times now. Most recently he said he was going to move up north to sudbury. He plans to go to a university up there and decided that he'd move there in March/April have a few months to get familiar with the area, find a job etc. Then start school..... Guess what happened to that idea! If you guessed he went early... Sorry you're wrong... If you guessed he made up some bull shit excuse and he's not moving and is still on my couch... DING DING DING DING DING!!! We have a winner! That's exactly whats happening.
Again I understand the job and real estate market is looking like crap since this whole recession thing started. So I knew going into this it was going to take a bit of extra time to find a place and have the money and everything. That was fine. But then my mom comes up with this "great idea". Now let me set the "scene" for you. I'm in a 10x8 room... that's not big, I'm used to having atleast DOUBLE that for my room. I also have my pet rabbit living in the room with me. There isn't a lot of room, I'm a girl I've got a million pounds of clothing and need every inch of space I can get my hands on for all my random "girly stuff". In order to help with this issue we got me what's known as a loft bed. For those who don't know what a loft bed is, think of a bunk bed, but get rid of the bottom bunk. That's a loft bed. I love my bed, it's a queen, it's huge, and comfy and I wouldn't change it for the world (ok maybe I'd take my boyfriend's bed.....). Now under my bed is my desk, I haven't used it since we moved because it's currently still got tons of crap from the move on it. I'm still trying to figure out where I'm going to be putting everything come full unpack so I haven't used my desk. My mom in her brilliancy says we can get rid of my desk "because I never use it" and put a small futon down there. That was my friend can have an actual room.... I'm sorry, when did my room become OUR room?!?!
I have no problem with different sexualities. If you're male and like other guys, awesome, like girls, awesome, are you transsexual, awesome. I DON'T CARE WHAT PART OF THE HUMAN BODY YOU LIKE! But when it starts encroaching on my personal space we have an issue. I've come home some nights and see my friend and his boyfriend pretty much going at it on my couch. That's not ok with me.. And I don't want that happening in what is my room. I've been having issues with the kid living in my house for months now, and no one has listened to me one bit, except for my boyfriend and his family. I spend more time at his place than I do at my own house because being at my house makes me soo miserable it isn't funny. Now if the plan my mother had made went through I could be pissed off with something that happened in relation to my friend (the mooch) and want to be female and freak out and throw a small hissy fit, cry, throw things, slam doors, etc. But can't... because he'd be on his bed in my room, under my bed. And well that's uncomfortable at best. So we canned that idea.
That was a few months ago and he's still on my couch. Now I'm a person who speaks my mind (if you coudln't tell by some of my posts on here....) and well I'm only going to burden my boyfriend so much with my problems, same with his family. Well my mother puts my friend before me, (I'm not even kidding!!) so talking to her is straight out, because she'll just defend him... So I'd talk to friends at school. The know my situation and sympathize with me. At some point someone broke this trust and told my friend. He freaked. Called me a lying backstabbing bitch. Frankly I didn't care... If he was this pissed off and wants to leave... fine get out. I'm not keeping you here. He said that he was talking to his parents and that he'd be moving out by the end of this week. Guess what it's Sunday, of that week, and where is he...? Yup still on my couch.. He's been throwing this fit for days now. The funny thing, during the morning or at night before we go our seperate ways (school or bed) we're very friendly. It's weird.
So I said my mother puts my friend before me... Ya that's sad I know... But I'm not kidding. she'll drive him places but I have to find my own way (bussing, drive from my boyfriend, walk, but I need to find my own way) If he needs something special for a project or something, yup, she'll go out and buy it. Last time I checked my friend had a job and therefore had some money... I dont' have like any money becaues I haven't worked since November. Couple weeks ago I was sick with this nasty stomach flu. Literally 12 hours straight of puking my guts up. Then slept all day the next day. I got nothing from my mother. Normally when I'm sick like that my mom is there the whole time trying to help. This time I got a "what do you want me to do... there's no point in me being here" Now a couple days later my friend get sick with the same thing. What does my mom do? Gets him cool clothes to put on the back of his neck, glasses of cold water to sip, ginger ale when he was ready, popsicles to soothe his throat. She helped him! Ya that was a fun thing to find out.