For some time, I dreaded the idea of going home. Yes, even with B to come home to, I dreaded coming home. Truly, lacking peace of mind is enough to make one not want to go home. Even when no loud fighting was happening, when no hurtful words were hurled, and no plates were being broken ... the mere fact that there was discord in the air was enough to make a house no longer a home.
Now that I am back at my Mom's place, it feels good. Yes, she nags me about where I am going and who I will be with eventhough I am 28 already. Yes, she yaks like there's no tomorrow. Yes, she gets upset at the littlest things. Still, she is home for me.
I feel so at ease in here. I know that I belong. I know that here, I am wanted, loved and accepted. I know that here, I can be me and still be loved.