Here's a conversation I didn't think I'd be having today. Apparently I have to move out of home. It doesn't matter that my grandmother is dying, that I am struggling to deal with this, and I am not in a financial position to leave. I'm out. Oh not tomorrow (gee, thanks) but I should start looking at my options for places to go as a "real life exercise".
My father's father wasn't there for him during his life, and so my father now believes he doesn't have to be there for me. We have no contract that we signed. I am at his mercy. Seriously - his words not mine. He and my mother are apparently a team and are playing against me on an uneven pitch.
He is too old to deal with situations that are too "intense" and now he just walks away. It seems that I am one thing too many on his mind in a time of crisis, and so I should just walk away. I should just walk away so that my mother shuts up.
It's nice timing. I was just beginning to think that my parents were going to be there for me this time - that there would be some familial emotional support in a time of mutual need. Instead, they declare me emotionally homeless.
