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Growing Up Stories: Story Sent In From a Daughter Living With Mother 
Growing Up COH and Adult COH Experiences

I am at the point of no return. It's been
twenty years since I've returned home to live with her after my divorce...



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I suffer from depression (am 48) and have nowhere else to
live. My Mother saves everything and I am humiliated to be living here. I
am isolated and can't take it anymore. She will never change and I
cannot bear to invite anyone inside this house. I've tried to become the
artist that is inside of me but there is no room for me to create. My
Mother is a good soul, but she is killing me.

I have nowhere else to
live. She doesn't understand and every day is a nightmare. I am so alone. I
can't go on like this. I feel so guilty that I need to live at her
house, but I have no choice. The fire department has seen our basement and
said it is unacceptable (normally we would have be fined but I think
because she is a senior they were easy on her). She blamed the mess on
me which was embarrassing.

I am at the point of no return. It's been
twenty years since I've returned home to live with her after my divorce.
The funny thing is I was educated in the arts and interior decoratin
g. I could make this place beautiful so cheaply but she doesn't care.
I am hopeless. There is nothing anyone can do. I've tried everything to
overcome the depression I've suffered most of my life. I wish she
could understand what how horrible I feel to be so isolated. I am so
hopeless and humiliated to be living here. I never answer the door.


Posted on Saturday, November 24, 2007 @ 01:00:45 ICT by Donna
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Re: Story Sent In From a Daughter Living With Mother (Score: 1)
by LizB ((none)) on Sunday, November 25, 2007 @ 01:06:40 ICT
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I am the same exact way, only, I do not have an interior design degree. I have a Zoo Pre-Med degree with a very fake mute jerk 30 y.o. down syndrome brother. I live with the both of them. Plus, to top it all off, every guy I sleep with, sleeps with my mother, my friends, my cousins, my relatives, et al. My mother harrasses me everyday, I cannot even breathe. I am working on a second bachelor's degree in Nutrition from a worse off school than I used to have, but at the very least, these people at my new university actually, I believe, accept me a teeny bit more. I cannot connect with her. She is so greedy, and selfish. I have not had any friends since Junior High, and that is a tough memory, too. I had an ex-husband that my cousin used to haze me. My life is a sheer mess. Everything that I am, worked very hard for, and I believe in is turned into a joke by these very liscentious, lewd, stubborn, selfish people. I can't count on anyone. And, the one person who helped me the most, I do not truly believe in either. Why am I forced to thank her? Anything, I ever wanted doesn't want me back. I made multi-millionaires, and I can barely pay for an extra value meal from McDonald's. Thanks a lot for your story. You almost sound like the closest friend I have. That seems futile that your degree, your one passion, is rendered virtually worthless with this mess. You know, I almost believe we make this mess we're in, and I believe we can get ourselves out. Look, I am bipolar manic depressive, too. And, I am on pills, two prescriptive pills to be exact. These jerks really stop letting you believe once you turn 13 yo, and now I'm trapped. Lord God, anything, anyone, please, restore our health, let us feel less trapped, so, we can enjoy our lives, ourselves, and each other. Dear God, I have no where else to turn.




 
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