my domestic life is pretty shitty. no lie
i have siblings, but my mom puts all this pressure on me to do stuff, be here, be there, take responsibility, get things done - legally and maintenance for the house and all, I do handyman style work - just whatever has to get done I do it.
then on the side she pressures me to get work, or an internship - though all the good internships are out of state - and we recently had a family tragedy (my family is always amid crises; nothing is ever normal) and I’m not able to go to Washington or out of country to do that kind of internship.
My mom had it pretty easy growing up. She had both her parents, they paid for her higher educated, they gave her vehicles - economy was healthy and everything, she wasn’t holding her family together; nothing like that was expected of her. Except, her mom pressure her to become a nurse. Cool. That is useful. But she wasn’t running errands, doing stuff above her experience or training - her internships were in state, she wasn’t picking up the pieces left behind.
But here I am, a broken family in shambles, one tragedy after the other, no real support except from my friends; and her higher than thou expectations. I’m built on depression, strung together by anxiety, I’ve bleed and suffered physical/mental abuse for my family so that they could have stability.
And still, can you guess? Yes. They ask for more.
My mental stability fractured, my soul is dead and rotting. My brains practically a septic mess. If some unexpected cataclysm kills me, I’ll be disappointed but not surprised. I have so much to do, so much to give; yet the family I protect still hates me.