A couple of months ago, I lost my job and my then-fiancee broke up with me and kicked me out. With no money, no job, and no home, I ended up back at my parents house. I do contracting work, and winter is not a good time for that; I'm looking for work, but it's just not there. A few family members and friends-of-friends have approached me about work they want done, but they seem to think it should be done as a favor (I can't pay you, but...). So, yeah, it's been rough.

I'm living out of duffel bags in my parents' spare bedroom/storage room. And then, two days ago, my sister shows up with her three kids. She was always a wild child who changed her personality to suit whoever she was dating, and finally stopped with a fundamentalist christian. So of course, she judges. And judges, and judges.

I am a recovered alcoholic. I haven't had a drink in over ten years, but my past is fair game. She used to party, smoked pot and crack, but if I point out she has a past as well, she informs me God has forgiven her and she's a different person now (but the same logic doesn't apply to me). I own my own business, but I've hit a rough patch. The only job she ever had was two months working the front desk in a tattoo parlor where she mostly smoked pot in the back room and skimmed from the cash register. But I'm the one whose made bad decisions and am a burden on everyone.

So the first night she was in town, she gave me the run down of how horrible a person I am, told me she was glad I'd found out I have have Asperger's, but now I needed to get it together, get out of mom and dad's house, go back to Colorado. Oh yeah, and I'm an ********** for not remodeling her bathroom. For free.

The next day (yesterday) I did a few small repair jobs, and returned home to find the duffel bags I've been living out of emptied out and my stuff put in boxes and moved into the attic. Or at least as much of my stuff as I could find. My sister was not there. I gathered everything I could find up, put it in my SUV, and started calling friends to find a couch I could crash on for a few days,but before I could leave, my sister arrived and parked her vehicle behind mine. I asked her to move it and she said she wouldn't because I wasn't leaving in mom's vehicle. [Six months ago, I had bought the SUV from my mom, but the county clerk's office mistakenly left her name on the title only listing me as the co-owner. We decided to leave it as it was until the tags expired, because it wasn't really an issue. Until yesterday when my sister made it an issue.]

My parent's response to all of this is "you two need to stop fighting", and "our daughter will always be welcome in our house". I never said she wasn't; in fact, I was the one trying to leave. Also, it would be nice if they felt the same way about their son. So now I have no place to stay (I'm at the ex's now, but only because I'm babysitting), no vehicle to get back and forth to work, and, as far as I'm concerned, no family. FML