Property ladder

Today I decided to investigate the property market a little in the UK. The reason for it of course is the fact that I have now climbed over the mid-twenties and need to start thinking about the grown up stuff. However it leads to nowhere good as the reality is: until I have the annual income of 40 000 I may not even look at any of those things. Mortgage market is tough, first time buyer unfriendly and, is crying for large deposits which of course I do no have.

The situation is not improved by my dellusional mother who still thinks, after being told the opposite for many many times, that she is going end up living with me. That freaky tradition of parents living with their children who are in turn living with someone else is absolutely disgusting. No matter how good you get along the poor outsider will become a scapegoat and a blame object for everything. I watched it happen with my dad. I don't want to become like my mother who lived with her own mum until the day she died. Yhe consequence of that is: my mother is now fifty seven, single and lonely, through no fault of my own but it is me who has to talk to her twice a day at least half an hour each time and plan holidays with her. Which by the way is so retarded as our interests are so radically different plus I don't fancy apwnding my holidays being told how fat and hideous I am. I think 18 years is enough.

So whilst getting onto property ladder is an unrealistic hope for another five to seven years. At least I don't have to live with my mum. I am sure one day I will have a nervous breakdown and just scream it out at her but that is not my fault either - if she learned to listen to me she would know all of this already.