I live with my mom, her sister (my aunt), and my brother. About two years ago, my brother’s girlfriend and her mother were evicted and asked my mom and aunt if they could move in with us until they find somewhere to stay and get on their feet. They agreed. The girlfriend’s mother is sleeping in my room currently to this day. I was in college and my room was free and I was under the impression that when I finished school (2018) I would have my room back. My mom is the reason why she has that room. I’ve tried to be an adult about the situation and tell my mom and aunt that I don’t think that it’s fair that she gets to sleep in my room because SHE needs somewhere to stay and not me. I freaking LIVE there permanently. I’ve been sleeping on the couch by force for the past year and the girlfriend’s mother HAS YET to find a place to stay. When she first asked to stay, she was giving approx. 6 months to be there and that was a lie. They then gave her until the end of December (2018) and the whole time not one box was packed, nor was she attempting to look for a home. Its almost as if she doesn’t want to move. January (2019) comes she’s still here. My aunt occupies two rooms in the house. Her bedroom and the other an office. I went to both my mom and aunt and pleaded to them that I would like my own private space and a bed and my mom said to her sister to clean out the office space and my aunt said “NO!” My mom asked why and she said “because I don’t want to!” & that crushed me and that’s when I knew they never cared about me or how I felt about everything. Time goes on and I come to my aunt again, I told her that I would like to be in a room for my birthday instead of waking up on the couch. My birthday is April 19th. The end of February comes and I find out they give the girlfriend and her mother until the END OF FUCKING APRIL. It’s as if they aren’t considering the fact that its my room she’s sleeping in and she has yet to find a home for her and her daughter AFTER TWO FUCKING YEARS OF LIVING THERE. I know that times can be hard and money doesn’t grow on trees but when it comes to this I feel like they aren’t thinking about me when they make these decisions to give her as much time as she needs and I’m just forgotten and my opinion about MY FUCKING room doesn’t matter. I hate to sound like a brat but I know this is about justice and standing up for myself and what I deem is right and not just trying to kick some lady out my room because I don’t want her there. Everyone in my family knows this is wrong and my dad is pissed that my mom even let this go down. Hopefully I can talk to my mom and aunt about what’s on my chest and they’ll actually here me out and take initiative and open their stubborn ass eyes and see how this has effected me mentally and emotionally.