I’m living in shame. I have a loving family. With all the money i needed but there’s just one thing thats been eating me growing up. Not having a room. No privacy. My parents have their own room but the kids? We all sleep everywhere in the house. We have rooms but they are all stacked with things, they all became store. My father have hoarding disorder. Everything is kept in the house and I hate it so much. Our house hasnt been finished since the first time we moved in. I have to bear the shame of my friends seeing my old unfinished house. My dad have a high position in his but all of that meant nothing to me. All i wanted was a nice and clean house. Its breaking me apart when my friends laugh at sad houses and i am myself is part of those too. I am so angry and hate my dad for all this shame. I was told to be grateful i can study and this and that. For the love of Jesus please. All i ever wanted was a nice and comfy house with my own nice room.