I (23M), live with my father and brother. It originally used to be for financial help, but now that his health is in decline it feels like an obligation to stay. However I wish more than anything that I could live somewhere else. My brother is the only emotional support I have after my mother passed away. But ever since that day, my father has been nothing than a absolute a**hole. He never got a job after my mom died, living off me and my brother for the last 17 years. We both had to get jobs just to make sure he didn't pull every cent we had out of our bank account. In addition to that he never cleans anything around the house. I can't even walk into my living room without feeling sick with all of the mess he leaves and refuses to clean. We clean what we can, but he constantly blames us for everything being a mess. I'm forced to work all the time and everything we do is unappreciated, calling me useless and even a phrase I refuse to repeat.

The biggest thing is that I'm currently in the process of actually publishing a book. And over the years I've worked on it, he's never even cared enough to read it and barely even acknowledges that I've done it. When he finally figured out that I was publishing it, he told me it was a waste of money and that it wouldn't work out.

It's gotten to the point sometimes where I've wanted to end things, and when I tried to tell my dad that I was having thoughts like that, he told me that I should do it, and take the coward's way out and called me a p**sy, saying that if anyone should be thinking that way, it should be him.

It's a combination of all of this that makes me think that when he finally dies, I won't feel any kind of upset, and I'll actually be happy when it happens. I just want it to be over with, and just get this dead weight off of my shoulders.