You can laugh at me now.

 Remember my blog where I was happy that I got to move to my sister's? How I would help them out around the house and they would help me with my disability?

Well it came down like this: my sister's trip to Indonesia was more like a 2 week's long girl's night out and I was used as a last ditch effort to make it happen. And now that she's back, I have to go. Just one day before my sister would return from Indonesia, my brother-in-law told me I would have to leave once she got back. When she got back, she gave me some lame excuse about how it didn't turned out the way they expected it would and already had places at hand I could move to. She had even made some preliminary phonecalls, I only need to follow up on them.

So, I have given up on a great place in the country where I had everything close at hand to be with family. Even before we decided to go through I had told them to be absolutely sure about this because I would be the one giving up things here. I threw away and give away stuff I couldn't take with me to my sister's. I went through a lot of trouble changing medical services. I didn't care, because it would be better where I was going, things were looking up. I was even thrown a surprise welcome back party!

So, today I'm gonna look at a new place in yet another city. And I'm going to take it (I would even take it sight unseen to get away from my family at this point). I'll be left with less than half the stuff I once had, a bunch of tasks in my future I can't ask help with because I will be on my own in a place I don't know anybody and I'm expected to do all this on Butrans 5mg/hour, a medication normally administered to post-surgery patients.

I have done everything that was expected of me and I did more than I promised I would do. Family, you know. You help out. If I was told all this before my sister went on her trip, I would have been disappointed but yeah, what can you do? If things don't work out, they don't work out. It is what it is. But I found out that her vacation was already in danger before I even went to live with them, as they couldn't find someone to help them out for that period of time. They got me over, sister went on vacation, vacation over, I have to leave.

Family? Fuck 'em. At least they're paying for the move. One more week and then I can put distance between me and them. And that what will be the last they'll ever see of me.