I feel shitty.
Well I guess that’s what happened when you live with a family member who treat you like shit. I lend her money. I bought her food whenever I go out. I let her use my laptop. I pay all the bills. I bought and make my own food. I didn’t ask her to cook or clean for me. I didn’t ask anything from her. Yet she act like I didn’t exist. Whenever I go out, I always ask her if she wants me to bring anything home. But when she go out, she just left without even telling me where is she going. And today, she went out, and come back with food. She bought for her husband and her son. Guess who she didn’t bought for? Yup. Me. So not only she didn’t tell me before she go out, she come back, with food, ONLY for herself, her husband, and her son. And now they all gone to bed. Guess how many words she spoke to me today. None. Zero. Nil. Nothing. SHE DIDN’T SAY A WORD TO ME! Even when I was sitting at the dining table and she was sitting barely few meters away from me. Like I was invisible. Like I didn’t exist!
Oh well...
That’s what happened when she’s too busy being happy with her husband and son. When she don’t need anything from me for the time being. When she don’t need my help with internet banking or she is not short on money. I understand. It’s not the first time this happened. She have done this many time before. I’m just too stupid and keep forgiving her and keep helping her. I keep feeling pity for her and I make it my responsibility to provide for her and keep her happy. Even though I know she don’t make me her responsibility. I should be used to this by now. But it doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Because it hurts. So much.
I hope one day I can find my way out of this house. Right now I can’t. The situation is a bit complicated so I have no choice but to stay here. But I really hope to leave. Not because I don’t love her. But because I don’t want to fight with here. Because I love here. I will always pray for her. But I don’t know how long I can stay quiet and just take in everything until I have enough. I don’t want to reach the breaking point. I really don’t.












