My husband and I are living with his mom and two younger brothers (13 and 16) while we look for our own place. My pregnancy was a surprise and we hadn’t yet found our own place.

As time goes on, I hate living there. I’m so thankful to have a roof over my head, and everything I need to survive but I hate it there.

His mom is nice and loving but she’s disorganized, messy, lazy, and she asks us for money. We paid her utilities (almost $600 worth) because she’s so bad with money. That really made me angry. We’re trying to start our lives, and we just got thrown a wrench.

She yells and is very panicky and it stresses me out. We are in the basement and ya e decent space, but I hate going up stairs. She talks my ear off and is always talking at me about what I should and shouldn’t do during my pregnancy and how I should handle things.

I’m just tired of it. I’ve talked to my husband and we won’t be there forever but I’m dreading the thought of bringing my baby home to that house. It makes me bust into tears. I don’t want to sound like a brat, I just want my own space, with my own things. Ugh.