Stuck on fucking bed rest. Now I have to be at this house every fucking day all day. I hate my life. Why couldn't he have changed when I was still living with him?? Now he's different but I'm staying with my god parents. I wouldn't mind it but their so over bearing. I can't do shit and I can't see or talk to him. I feel like their trying to reduce me to feeling like in 12. Fuck that. I'm tired of bed rest already and it hasn't been a whole day yet. I hate this house. I hate being asked a million and one questions about every move I make I hate being lectures at every twist and turn and I don't want my mom thrown in my face every damn minute. I want to pull my hair in frustration. God last night was so scary but I was so happy to see him again. I've missed him so much. But I was so upset that it took me leaving him and ignoring him for him to grow up and change. But now I'm in this fucked up living situation and I feel like shit. I just don't want to be here anymore I feel trapped