Welcome to my world. I've been on disability for a couple of years due to my bipolar as well as some physical health problems, and it's not enough to pay rent and bills in the same month, so I live with my son and his family. The arrangement was also made because I really shouldn't live alone...my husband is gone, and I sometimes need a caregiver. It works out well, and yet I miss my independence.

I miss having a car of my own, having my own pets, having a place where I don't have to answer to anyone. I just wrote a blog post on this topic today; while I'm sincerely grateful to my son and his husband, I wish I didn't have to depend on them for so much. I wish I didn't have to depend on anyone other than my mate, and I can't bring him back so it would be nice if I could make it in the world by myself. Then I think about the security I have here and realize how blessed I really am---no worries about becoming homeless, don't have to get a job I can't handle, they don't charge me much rent, and I get to travel. It works out.