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I feel like no one respects me in this house. I was home with my baby nephew, put him down for a nap, and went outside for a short break. Fifteen minutes, tops. I come back in and my older sister is dropping off her kid like it’s no big deal just dumping him on me. I wasn’t even asked. No “hey, are you free?” Just assumed I’d do it. It’s exhausting being the family’s free babysitter.

I hate myself for saying this, but part of me weirdly misses even the people who hurt me. At least they looked me in the eye. At least they acknowledged I existed. You? You didn’t even bother with that. You just treated me like a body, like a problem to be fixed with needles and control. Looking back, I didn’t even know what grooming was, but now I see it for what it was. And somehow, I still catch myself thinking that all that pain was better than being ignored.

Maybe I sound dramatic, but I’m done. My little half-brother is five, and my stepmom treats him like he’s some kind of god. He can do no wrong. If he breaks something, screams at people, whatever nobody’s allowed to correct him. Meanwhile, when I was his age, I got yelled at for breathing too loud. I’m sick of watching him get worshipped while the rest of us were chewed out for existing.

Everyone’s so quick to throw me under the bus. I’ve been the victim of ID theft and somehow I’m the one people look at sideways. I’m not paying for what I didn’t do. I won’t bankroll the thief either. She pulled some shady “adult adoption” nonsense to try and tie me to her mess. Life insurance fraud, guardianship fraud it’s insane. She might end up extradited for it, but not me. I know where I was, and it sure wasn’t with her when she pulled her scams.

I swear she’ll say whatever it takes to make herself look good and me look like trash. She told people I was “slow” and couldn’t handle my own money. Absolute lie. She claimed I was holding her money hostage when in reality she was out blowing cash left and right, living it up while dragging my name. She even forged my signature once—straight-up fraud. And the scar on my arm? That’s from donating plasma, not drugs. But sure, let’s twist every single thing about me just to cover your own crap.

With my mental health being where it's at and with no real way to fix my problems, I think I need to start calling my situation for what it is. I'm old

What's the person of machines if they malfunction half the mtoher fucking time

You know what this site should have? A way to up and down vote #Muttr had it would be a nice feature 🤔

I need to get my own place. Living at home sucks god damn

last minute cancels? Da WORST. Like, so rude, ya know? Makes ya feel like yer time ain't even nothin'. Jus' stick to the plan, already! My stupid friend, right? Made plans n shit, then BAM! Last freakin' minute, they bail. Now what the hell am I s'posed ta do? Bored outta my mind, man. Stick ta yer word, ya bitch!