My Safe Haven

When I vist my parents, my room is my safe haven. I typically hide out until my father goes to work. Its my defense mechanism for keeping the peace. That's where I am right now, typing away. I also plan to stay out of the house as much as possible which is tricky because they only have one car now. Hence, I have to take a car ride with both of my parents to drop them off at their respective jobs. I really don't want to. I'd rather not except since I'm the Prodigal Daughter I have a lot of people to visit with or else its off with my head.

My fiance has also been my safe haven which is probably why its so hard to come home without him. When he's here, he's my protector. No one can touch me except for that one time when he fell asleep and I was verbally attacked about the wedding. So thats my anxiety level. We're a strange bunch, its easier to stay away. I'm literally counting down the minutes until my dad goes to work so that I can relax outside of my room. I notice my brother and sister do the same thing.

Weirdos.