Why I left home

I'm at home visiting my mum for the long weekend and the two days I have been here is enough to remind me of why I don't live here. Her and my brother just constantly argue about everything, she blames him for everything that is left on the floor and he automatically yells back at her. To make things even more fun, when I'm here my brother blames me for everything and then mum yells at him for being mean to me. One weekend is all it has taken to make me realise that the only way to have a functional relationship with my family is to not live with them and see them very rarely. This way, by the time we do speak, we have more important things to talk about than who's dishes were left in the sink.