I’ve been living with my mom, grandma and brother for the past 6 years or so. I moved in due to mental health problems because my mom came and picked me up because I was destroying stuff and throwing everything I owned in the garbage. I was severely hurt and going through it. Now I’m at a point where I’m tired of the bullshit going on this house. My mom is a nag, my brother never leaves his room and my grandma is bed ridden, 96 and demented. The dynamics of this house is astronomically affecting me to the point I bubble over with rage quite often and this house is extremely depressing. I’m hardly allowed to turn on any lights in this house so it remains a dark, damp dungeon. I NEVER leave. I NEVER go out and do anything. I’m required to sacrifice my sanity to continuously watch and care for my grandma while my mom either spends her life laying in bed watching netflix or going out with friends/boyfriend. I am required to give much and receive little, to the point that when we get food as a family, everybody gets everything they so desire, but when it’s my turn to pick what I want, I hear nagging about cost and eventually have to sacrifice more in not getting the whole meal I want, meanwhile being one of the cheapest things ordered. This is ongoing and carries over to every aspect of my life, not just food. No matter how broke I’ve been, I pitched in to make sure we eat, with nothing to say. I’m just about at the point where I’m willing to go back to the homeless shelter and start my life over from square one, leaving them to fend for themselves as far as care goes for my grandma. I’m just about there folks, I’m just about there. I cannot simply explain the magnitude of the dynamics of what’s going on around here and how it affects me. I’ve tried playing the nice guy and explaining myself, but it does nothing. I’m just fed up. The story is so much more in depth but I’m about ready to leave, despite I have nothing, not even a car.