Those two are very controlling people. I can't get parcel through the door without them questioning it. She refuses to let me use the washing machine, and she's the greatest expert the world has ever seen at destroying clothes. Gah.
So, I just wear dirty female clothes. I tried the soap, but it ended up leaving some white residue which won't come out no matter how many times I wash it and the material from the clothes keeps coming out x.x
And most of my meagre savings are in an offshore bank account which would likely get locked, if they detected any "suspicious transactions". They don't even have a branch in this country.
They're the people who locked my account in the past for making three £3 transactions in the span of a week. Because, that's totally suspicious and I had to go down to the branch to get it unlocked x.x
I had to queue up there like an idiot waiting, only for them to tell me that half of their computer system had crashed, so they couldn't unlock it there. I was literally sleeping on the chair waiting for them to call me. That bank. That bank. That bank. Gah.
Okay, I got that out of my system. What were we discussing?
Ah yes. They are very strict with money. Anything which is bought has to go through them.
Every now and then, I might convince them to part with a pittance.
They were shouting at me for three hours the other day for wasting their money on going to an ear doctor, as my ear has been messed up with tinnitus, etc. for TWO YEARS.
Those people are frustrating. Frustrating. Frustrating.
And the psychologist they chose was always going... Lalalala, I'm not listening. Or at-least, that what I assume she was doing behind her desk on the other side of the world.
First, she spent three hours trying to configure Skype to work properly.
That failed because Skype is terrible and we ended up conversing over emails for a few weeks.
My intuition is almost always right and it's telling me that this is impossible.
Perhaps, if I took some serious action a decade ago, then maybe I would have gotten somewhere, but these days? This is a completely different world.
For one, my parents were less crazy back then. They're so mentally unstable at times that it's disturbing. And it's easier to pitch the idea of not being a hideous deformed creature by starting earlier.