I'm 21, Male. Live with my brother and my parents. Things are a hell of a lot better than they used to be here. My mother would constantly pick fights and overwhelm me until I had autistic meltdowns from when I was eight until sixteen or seventeen when she got addicted to her phone, so uh... not a huge fan of my mom. Frustratingly, it wasn't even self improvement that got her to stop.

My parents both work during the week, meaning that, my brother and I have the house to ourselves. I'll often make jokes, "Our parents are gone, time to hot box the bathroom." My brother and I aren't super close, just one of the unfortunate side effects of growing up in an abusive household, but we both understand that we love our own space. I leave him alone, he leaves me alone. Even when we're in the kitchen together, we barely speak, and if we do it's these long tangents about mutual hyper-fixations, primarily pharmacology. It's amazing.

However, when it starts to near four o' clock in the afternoon, I begin to get this lingering anxiety that worsens up until the point that my mother comes home. Fortunately, she's gotten to the point where she'll leave me alone but my peace is broken the second she arrives and I look to rampant drug use to numb myself until about seven or eight.

Additionally, I'm a bit of a night owl for the same reason. She's asleep, I've got the entire house to myself. As soon as the sun begins to set, I feel my mood improve and the urge to cope diminish slightly, even if it's really fun to get high as a kite and play video games until one or two in the morning.