I'll be so glad when I get to Heaven. At least we'll all be perfect when we 
get there, and my vendictive and judgmental aunt can't find fault with me 
any more. Honestly, I'm about to just ask someone to find me either a group 
home, or something else. All I hear is grow up, grow up, grow up, you're 34 
years old, you need to act grown up. What's the harm in being young at 
heart? Does the Word not in fact say that unless you receive the kingdom of 
Heaven as a little child, you will in no wise enter? I may have it wrong. I 
pray I didn't misphrase it. The last thing I want is to misquote a Bible 
verse. I mean, I know I'm 34 years old, but what's wrong with being young at 
heart, and sometimes acting younger? She had the nerve to tell me I acted 
like a child with no manners. That hurt me, although I didn't bow the knee 
to her or cry. I just don't want to live with her any more. I flat out told 
her to shut up yesterday, when she started with me. I just lost it. She was 
ranting and raving, and I just walked away. Of course, she yelled all the 
louder. She's 54 years old, and still hasn't mastered the ability to speak 
calmly while trying to make a point. I'm starting to be sorry I ever moved 
in with her. I love her, and God, it kills me to say it, but I'm pouring out 
my heart here. Oh, I can't wait till Jesus comes and gets us. Even if she's 
not left behind, He'll likely give her an earful about judging me. I've 
lived with her nonsense for eleven years, and she's had that long to learn 
to love me in spite of my flaws, but it's impossible for her. Please pray.