So today, I finally got the great news that there is a place for me to move into very soon from a housing agency I’ve been in contact with for a few months now. I came home and told my Mum this (She didn’t know I was starting this process again, my Dad as per usual stuck his nose in and axed it the first time, I can’t technically move out until I’m 18, which is 3 months away, I’d have to declare myself as homeless to do so at the moment) and she asked me if I told my Dad. She then relayed this information to him, and he went on about how “I’m not homeless” when I didn’t say I was, it’s just that that is how the process works right now, and how I’m ungrateful and he asks himself why he had such ungrateful children and so on and so forth. An argument was then initiated by my Mum about how I do nothing around the house, even though she has seen me on multiple ocassions doing more than I usually do in the kitchen, for example (there are days where I’ve spent maybe 2, 2 and a half hours just cleanong whatever Im able to, but apparently this isn’t good enough because I’m not doing it day in day out like she does) and how I don’t ask about my younger autistic brother who was put in a residential a few months ago because he got to difficult to deal with, my Dad then chipped in after telling both me and Mum to stop the conversation (yet another thing I despise about this man, the blatant hypocrisy and the complete lack of accountability for his actions)and told me I’m pathetic for not asking about Callum. And that is when I realised who my Dad really is, and how he hasn’t changed one bit since when I was 11 and our relationship started to decay. He will still throw temper tantrums when people don’t agree with him, he will still hurl insults, and he will still continue conversations after telling the other people to end them. And you know what, I’m finished cutting both of my parents slack when they show time and again that they do not have my best interests at heart. Maybe I get money (that I almost never ask for mind you) from my Mum, but I do not feel close to her at all. I’m sorry if this seems like venting, I just can’t wait to move out because I’m just finished making excuses for both of them when they cross the line over and over again. So, the reason my referral has been accepted this time is because I told them about the relationship break down I had with my Dad (the whole my mum outing me thing, then him threatening to kill me, then him forcing me to log in to my Facebook to see who was influencing me to be gay, and then the foster care thing, which yet again, my Mum was oh too happy to let happen because she was the victim in that situation) and they completely understood why I resented both of my parents, especially when, even after this incident was over, it was swept under the rug and we were supposed to just go on and pretend like nothing had happened during that week, which was easily one of the worst times of my life. And then there not being any accountability on my parent’s part, my Mum actually turned around and said I wsas “the cause of all the stress.”