At the moment, I'm living with my grandmother. I have been for about three months now. My parents and I haven't fallen out or anything, but they recently moved to a "retirement" caravan park, and if you're not over 40, you're not allowed to live there. As for me, I was supposed to move in with my brother, but that totally fell through, and now I'm here, with my grandmother.
She's a really sweet, precious old woman, and I'm really thankful that she's letting me stay here, and I love her to bits, but she's really starting to test my nerves.
It's a temporary arrangement, until I get a job or, even better, an apprenticeship, because then I can find someone to share a flat/house with and I can pay rent and whatever. And I am looking for a job, and I've signed up with an apprenticeship agency, and according to Jobcentre and the Young Peoples Service and everybody that I'm talking to, I'm doing everything right. I just have to keep on keeping on, because it's just a matter of time until I get some employment. And that's fine. I'm pretty patient and I know how it goes and I can persevere.
The problem is that right now, my grandmother is being really condescending about it. I've told her that I'm doing everything correctly, but she consistently drops comments like "If only you could get a job," or "He'd be a lot better off if he were actually working." Or, when I told her that it was only a temporary arrangement, just until I find work, she said, "Yeah right, like that's ever going to happen." And she keeps asking me, "So, do you have a job yet?" And I'm just like, GAAAAAAAH. STOP IT.
And it isn't only that. I understand that this is her house, and things absolutely need to be done her way, but last weekend, while I was attending a doctor's appointment in London, she decided that she was going to switch the drawers in the back bedroom, where I'm currently staying. So, while I was away, she took all of my personal belongings out of the drawers and moved them to another set of drawers. And to me, that's kind of rude. She didn't even ask, and there she was, handling all of my stuff. Not to mention, she likes to move my backpacks and my duffel bags, also full of stuff, without telling me about it. On top of that, I'm not allowed to do my own laundry, I wasn't (until recently) allowed to cook my own meals, she tries to tell me what clothes I can and cannot wear (for example, I have a lot of button-ups, which are my favourite things to wear, but she thinks that I should "save them for something nice" and she makes a huge fuss when I wear them), and she tries to stop me going out after dark OR if the weather's bad. For a while, the sun was setting here at 4pm, and she didn't like me going out after then. I did go out at 9pm once, to a sort of class, and she didn't talk to me for three days. And I live in England. The weather is always bad.
I feel like she's treating me as if I'm twelve, but I'm "an adult". I had a lot of independence when I was living with my parents. I was able to clean up after myself and I made my own food every day and I had space to breathe and I didn't have to ask if I could go somewhere or do something (of course, I told them where I was going). And, when I was working, I often worked until well after midnight when I was living there.
And I guess I do feel a bit childish complaining, but I just feel so restricted here. :( Bleeeeeh.
Edited by Cheeky, 08 February 2012 - 12:44 AM.