Being Home

There are many pros and cons to being home.
Pros:
I get to see a new bunch of friends that are too far away at Uni
Theres no tenseness of a houseful of angry girls
I get to see my beloved parents
I get take aways bought for me
I get drinks bought for me
I can visit aunties, uncles and grandparents
I never run out of toothpaste
I can wear different slippers I leave at home
I get to cuddle doggies at my dads house

Cons:
My parents drive me up the walls
I am still treated like a rebellious child
Chores
I am banned from having friends over at all at mums house
I have far less friends at home
I feel like I have to dodge and avoid a large group of people who severely dislike me
I run into people I'd much rather never see in my life again
The food is not my food, the bed not my bed and the house not my house

The last is by far the worse. A lot of the time I feel unwanted in my own houses, like a stranger or a freeloader. As much as I try and make me staying worth it for them - cleaning cielings, walking dogs, washing dishes and clothes - I am still made to feel like a burden. In both houses I have to deal with a less than warm step-parent and this creates ahuge amount of friction. My parents haven to sit in the middle of their snide comments as well as trying their best to defend and protect me. I feel bad that they end up in this position so I say nothing bad about my step parents to them. Meaning that every horrid word I hear from them, every put down and every cold shoulder I must bear in respectful silence. As you probably know, I'm very defensive and somewhat confrontational so this is the biggest and most overwhelming con of being home.
I cannot wait to escape back to somewhere where I am loved equally by every housemate and somewhere I can relax in my own personal space. September cannot come soon enough.