I am thirty five years and I just had to move back into my parents house during Christmas. This was after having moved to Anchorage, Alaska because I was accepted into their Master's program. I graduate with a Bachelor's and moved to Alaska and was feeling great. I was on my own in another state feeling proud and excited because I started doing something with my life. Then, by the end of the semester, and beyond, I had one bad thing after another happen to me. It all started with my financial aid not covering my cost because I took one additional class to do research with one of my professors to work on a thesis. I found out that I was not going to be able to take any more classes until I paid off the three thousand dollars that I owed. So, I was going to have to ask for a leave of absence from the program. I decided to finish out my semester and was hoping to return. As if this was not enough, I got for plagiarism on one of my papers and failed one of my classes. Also, I had to meet with the dean about
this and was placed on disciplinary probation with the school, and, I do not know where I at with the program. I might have been taken out of the program for all that I know. I am still waiting to here from them. Anyways, nothing can happen until I have the money, which, brings me to all of the bad things that happened at home. I got home with a little money and a car. However, the car kept having problems and I lost all my money trying to repair it. So, I had absolutely no money and was not even able to repair my car. Finally, if this was not enough, I have been having migraines every week, I believe this is what they are, and I have been losing my sight for three hours once a week, or, every other week. Along with all of this, my parents are both alcoholics and things are alright with my mother, but not my father. He has nothing but hatred and anger towards me. So much so that I cannot leave my room without an argument happening. He is an alcoholic and I can not talk to him. He reminds me of all of my past mistakes and is always on my case about
all of the money I owe him. I mean he has an account of all of the money I owe him for the past eighteen years of my life. So, I am never able to forget or get over everything I did wrong because that is all he does is reminds me. I have no money, work, or car and I am stuck in this house with him everyday. I am sick of living in my room but I cannot go anywhere because I do not have the money for the bus and nothing is withing walking distance. I have applied to eighty places and I have twenty applications ready to be turned in. I do not know what else I can do. I hate that this is my life, but, it is and I have to wake up to it everyday.