How I hate my family
make them go away
I use my family, I admit it, I'm evil that way. Something like four years ago I gave them a job, without telling them mind you. Today they almost figured it out, which is surprising, I would have expected them to figure it out during the first month. The job was to provide the support I would need as I kept myself confined to my corner. When they figure it out I don't see how it couldn't lead to conflict.
We don't communicate, and from what I can see my family doesn't communicate with each other terrible well either. But when we try (or they try, I don't anymore) I want to kill them. Snap their necks, stab them with a knife over and over again, knock them down the steps and kick and punch them until their a bloody pulp (I did say I was evil). I haven't done any of these things, and to be honest I very much doubt I will. But the thought is still there. And when push comes to shove, well I see two possibility: I kill someone or I walk away.
Fight or Flight, that annoying instinct. I can think of three times I've felt similarly pushed from it. The first, I threw a wooden paddle at the kid, barely missed him and destroyed the paddle (not to mention making a mess of the wall). Lost a job out of the deal, which I was planning to leave soon because I could feel the anger. Instead I came inches from killing someone (at least I assume that much wood with that much force hitting him in the face would have killed him, it would have hurt if it didn't).
The second also cost me a job, but no one got hurt that time. I was working at a help desk, and the combined effect of the companies contradictory orders, the irrate customers, and problems with the woman I love, well it was bad. I would spend most of the day wanting to kill my co-workers and/or the person on the phone, then I'd drive home crying. I gave them two weeks notice and left.
The third time was the worse by far. The woman I love had done everything but tell me to leave her alone (for some reason she never did that, how annoying is that). I wanted to make her love me, but at the same time knew I couldn't. I wanted to kill myself to avoid the pain (but since I'm writting this I obviously didn't). In the end I confined myself to my room, my cell if you will.
Fought once, flight twice. And now...
If I fight someone will die, most likely my father. Unlike when I almost killed the kid with the paddle, I have years of disliking my father. If things go physical I don't see how I wouldn't kill him. Which is a bad thing, and I'll admit it, which is why flight has been waiting for almost four years. I have my bag packed, and it's been sitting there, just waiting. The problem is, if I leave my cell I don't see how I won't go back after her. Unless I did something stupid like walking to Europe (which is really suicide since I can't walk on water).
So I need to come up with a better solution then Fight or Flight before my family pushes the issue and I make a quick decision. Which is only complicated by my extreme anger when talking to them (or more acuratly failing to talk to them). I don't communicate with them and I don't want to communicate with them. When they talk with me I generally take the approach of waiting for them to go away. They will get tired and leave before I do, at least that's what 20ish years of history have shown.
So...
Anyone mind taking in a 26 year old male, hopefully in love with a woman that won't talk to him, suffering from serious anger issues, for the next thirty years or so while he pretends to figure out what he's doing with his life? Right, didn't think so =P
Seriously, it sounds as if you need to get your own space. I can only imagine that it is for financial reasons that you subject yourself to living with your family feeling this way. I don't mean to be presumptuous, but you've proven you are employable...I just think you owe it to yourself to get out of such a poisonous situation if you possibly can - and I don't mean by going to prison for killing your father. 