For simplicity-sake, I consider my current home the only one I've ever had. I am aware that we've moved a couple of times, but that was at an age where memories are vague and very much distant.
My home is a single apartment, meaning it has no rooms, pretty much designed for one person (hence the name). Yet, I've managed to live there with two other people, my mom and my brother. Although my mom has been moving the furniture around throughout the years, we've always had two beds. I've had to share with either my brother or even my mom. Right now, we have no couch. All we have are two beds, a big drawer with a TV set on top of it, a desk with a PC, and that darn pool table (Ely...). We have a table pushed to the wall, located near the kitchen, small kitchen. There's a small bathroom, two. Everything's small.
Despite all that, I'm OK with it. I've grown up to not ask for much, not want much, and be OK, at least, with what I have.
Still, there are times when I do wish my life where different. Where money is not the biggest issue we have. I want a bigger home. Nothing fancy.
After visiting my dad's house recently, I found out how much life is unfair. He has a house with 4 bedrooms. His two kids have a room each and have turned the fourth into a game room! They have a living room, whereas we have a living-bedroom.
That's part of the reason why I lasted a week of staying over there with my dad while in college. I got mad. Jealous even, maybe. My dad has never really been around. I see my aunt and how my cousins' father sends her money every month. My dad does no such thing. For my birthdays, he usually comes to take me out to dinner. I hate it. I hate it because I wish I could go out an eat with my family more often, but I can't. I know that.
Before, when my mom had a way better job, that was when we were most happy. Even then, I never asked for much. Everything was pretty much unappealing. I was never into video games and such. I used to, am even today, a big time daydreamer. I would rather just lay there and daydream of impossibly wonderful worlds and characters. Anyways, when my mom had money, she would invite everyone to everythingfrom family to neighbors to friends she never really talked to, but uncles/aunts did. We would go to restaurants with family like every weekend. My mom would pay most of the part whenever we would go to an amusement park and such. We would be visited by family every week, and have holidays together and have union.
But now, everything's different, to a sadder life. Now that my mom barely has money, no one visits. They probably think I don't notice it or just decide to ignore it. This year, both my brother and I didn't get a single present from anyone. I was actually used to it cuz I've never gotten present in the past couple of years, but what really broke me was to see how my brother started hating all our family members cuz they didn't even bother to call. Not even the one uncle who is always supposedly putting family first and was Ely's favorite. It wasn't fair for him.
All three of us, my mom, my brother, and myself, are complete pushovers. Everyone finds it easy to use us for their benefit and once we can't give them or help them, they leave us with nothing and carry on to 'better' things.
Fuck them! Fuck You! (not you, reader, specifically. a certain you)
