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Input: About three years ago me, my mum and my brother escaped a toxic relationship my mum had with her boyfriend (let's call him Scrooge). I was seventeen at the time and in my last year of high school.

The first problem started with the moving. I wasn't told that mum and Scrooge had problems. All the sudden one night I'm told that next week we'd start packing and the moving started right away.

 This was only slightly before my high school finals and I was in shock about it. The new house turned out to need a lot of work (and fixing is still going on) but I was told I would get a bigger room, so I didn't mind. I was just trying to not be a burden. Everyone's irritation with the moving process was pointed at eachother including me, while I didn't do anything but study and keep quite. 

The second disappointment was that the room I was promised wouldn't come. Mum wanted to turn it into her therapy room and I was told to accept this, since she had gone through a lot. I was ok with it, she needed it for her side business, but the lack of agency I had in anything pained me. The room I have now is so small I can touch the walls standing in the middle without moving.

Then there were the dogs we had to leave at Scrooge, while he can't even take care of a pet rock. Three lovely Caucasian shepards. It hurts me deeply still and the German shepard we could keep is too big for this house. He's suffering from it. 

That year felt wrong, but I hoped that after the moving was done, things would be better.  I also blame the moving for me failing my finals that year and having to redo it, but I'm not sure if that is fair.

The next year, I'm eightteen. My brother changed,  barking commands at me and my mother, being grumpy all the time and being let in on financial struggles while I'm kept in the dark about everything, I'm not comfortable with this change in my brother, he wasn't like that and I hate that he has taken on the behaviour I hated in Scrooge and my dad. 

My mum meanwhile has changed too, being grumpy and complaining, shouting and grunting when angry at anything, slamming with doors while making passive-agressive comments about how hard she has it whenever I mentioned I struggled with something. Nowadays I won't even open up to things to her anymore. 

Currently it's two days before my nineteenth birthday and I'm in my first year of law school. I cannot speak my mind to my mother or share details about my classes, my brother gets pissed off and yells about it.  I straight up don't feel like this is my home. It never was and I long to go back to three years ago. Even if it includes Scrooge. But I feel selfish for wanting that. Yet I feel angry for feeling selfish. I never asked for this, I was dragged in against my will and it worstened our homelife and the relationship between us three. 

AITA for wanting my old home life back, if my mother tried so desperately to escape that? 

wanting my old home life back