I’m curious, as I never got that feeling, quite the opposite, actually. I can’t imagine living anywhere else at the moment, or in the foreseeable future. I love the house and the people who work here. I love the location. There are only my parents and me in a big place, so there’s a lot of privacy and room to breathe. Plus, my parents, for all their faults, are really cool people to hang out with.
My mother was a manipulative nasty psycho bitch.
My brother was a paranoid, schizophrenic alcoholic violent drug addict.
I had to get the fuck out of there.