I have this tiny house. I remember back when I had friends, Mom would never let any of them in. I lost one over it. The only people that come in are us. Suddenly, I hear my Mom go "My sister is going to stay here!" She's old, frail, over half way across country. Our house is small, our domain. I'd have to start wearing a shirt, Dad would have to control his farting and cat teasing which is impossible, and all the other stuff that goes along with it.
Not to mention, again, this house is loving tiny. We barely fit 5 people and a cat into it, and she wants to bring her here? God, this makes me so loving stressed to want to cry. Home is my escape from the eyes of judgment. At school, I'm always so nervous of people seeing me. The only place I can be comfortable, gone. God, I hate this.
Edit: Although this will be stressful, I've been told it will happen around May... Even if I know it's so far off, it bothers me just as much. It'll be more so then. But yes again, far off... So I'll force myself calm for a month or so...
