Short story: I live with my boyfriend's family... This is the only way we've found to stay together everyday and do what we need to do, but still don't have the money to live alone, also because I am waiting to have my own house after I've sold my grandparent's one, but still haven't found a buyer so this option is ... Freezed.

I feel trapped in a cage because we're never alone and I hate his sister, who has the fortune to live with her boyfriend but still comes here EVERY. FUCKING. DAY. with her terribly annoying children and as an antinatalist/childfree person this is even worst to tolerate.

But... I don't feel menthally stable to return at my house because my own family makes me feel terribly sad for... A lot of reasons.

So I am stucked. I feel like in every direction there are thorns and walls ... Is like a cage and I cannot escape or don't know how to do it.