I'll be 20 next year....
At home here along with my little sister and brother we are "the kids". I am a child. And am treated as such.

I get the calming baby voice for upset toddlers, they tell me it's "bed time" and not in the jokey way, I get ignored in only the way rambling tiny children can be, I get them making "mmhmm" noises as I talk then changing subject as they haven't been listening, and they are shocked or disbelieving when I say I'll be back late, that I want a take-away and so on.

It's pathetic. All their friends thus, treat us the same way. Even my boyfriend is treated as a child when he is up here, which he now dislikes to be as he feels like a child and a fool.

When I'm down at his, where his mum is much more relaxed and treats him and I as good friends than small babies, I have this great rush of freedom and it's exhilerating.

I've had a simply spiffing childhood compared to you guys though (which makes me realise no wonder you're all sarcy bastards as only b3tards can be). The only thing is, the 'rents don't seem to realise that my childhood has now stopped.

The only reason I happen to still be in the house is finance. I may not like it, but I'm not stupid when it comes to realising how much better it will be to get my degree done while living for free here and then fleeeeeeeeing into the deep end of grown-up land! Hurrah for futures!
( vix0r was not Matthew on, Tue 21 Aug 2007, 1:00, Reply)