Today my dad told me he to meet him at my grandparents house because he had bought me a gift from Cornwall where he had gone on holiday for a week. It was a trap and I fell in it. Granted, he had gotten me some fudge and shortbread. But was it worth being left feeling crushed inside? No... His fiance came along too. She mocked the coat I was wearing, remarking that it's ten sizes too big. Even though it's my favourite coat and it's perfectly fit for it's purpose of keeping me dry when it rains. Then they ganged up on me. They want me to move into a flat on my own and leave my brother homeless. It hurt me so much to think that they would try to pressure me into abandoning my brother who does everything for me. He is literally the definition of a carer. But no... They only see bad in him. I feel like crying my eyes out. This isn't fair. I don't want to move. I haven't even lived in this flat for a year and they want me to abandon him when I cannot even take care of myself.