Support is not always there when needed...

The girls moved in and life was going great. School wasn't busy yet so we were able to hang out as a house for a while. We all got together on nights and went downtown, most of the time sober nights. We had some pretty random drunk nights to go along with those but many of those were not remembered.

The house was a great comfortable place to be for the first 6 months of us all living together than as living with all girls goes, the drama set in. People had underlying issues that had built up over time and as many people are to 'talk' about them there would be a fight. So the house became uncomfortable and awkward for all.

I had a lot going on at this time between work, school and life. In the winter semester I had to go home for 2 weeks as the battle that my grandma was having with cancer took over and she passed away. I went home for a visit not knowing that it was going to be my last. While at home my cousin also passed away causing me to be there for a full 2 weeks rather than the weekend that was planned. I missed a lot of school and work and came home to what was the most uncomfortable situations.

When I left my parents house to come back to my own I was excited to be away from family and not have the deaths hanging over my every thought thinking that there would be support here when needed and fun times when wanted. Was I ever wrong, the house was in shambles. I got here and no one was talking to each other the house was disgusting and I somehow was dealing with the brunt of it all. I was the only one that everyone in the house would talk to but it was only about the issues they were facing.

I didn't want that, nor was i ready to be dealing with that. I had support through the whole thing from a few people but at the arrival home everyone was to preoccupied to really help. I didn't end up dealing with it until a month and a bit down the road when it all came up during a severely drunken night where lets just say it was lucky I had my best friend there because I was a hot mess.

After that I brought my issues with the house up with the girls and talked to them all individually about how i felt when i got back. Things got better but not overnight, it was a work in progress but by the end of the summer we were all talking and pretty much all friends when we departed ways to our new houses.