The time is coming...

I must get out of my house! It is no longer my home, rather it is a place I sleep because it is free and my dogs are there. Although I have been so blessed by living there for so many years, the time is drawing near when I must part ways with my parents in order to repair and strengthen our relationship. They have no clue who I am, what I have been through, nor what my dreams, fears, passions, morals/values, and priorities are. It is hard living with people who love you for who they think you are and not for who you really are! All our conversations are superficial and surfacey. Any attempts at deep, meaningful conversations put us talking past each other. They just don't understand me and have never sincerely attempted to. It's sad, but it is what it is!