After 10 years of marriage and not living with my parents, I am back home with my 3 children. There are times were I just want to scream, blame everything on my "husband" and beat the hell out of him. I feel if he was not such an A** and more responable then he was, we would not be in this situation. Now I am stuck here, being treated like I am 5 years old again, I am watched 24-7, I can not have "Friends" in the house when the parents are away, My kids can not have friends on the house with out hearing my step-father complain about it. I can not get on the computer with out my mother complaining, I can not do a thing. I mean really... Its hard enough that I need to count on my parents at the age of 33 because my "husband" allowed our lifes to fall apart and I respect the fact that this is there house, but give me some freedome. PLEASE!
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