my mother complains about my siblings a lot, and sometimes i sit there & listen without rolling my eyes, but a fair amount of the time, as she drags on & on about how annoying or disgusting or frustrating she finds x or y habit that any number of them has, i start rolling my eyes whenever she looks away, and some of those times she catches me at it, & she gets (fairly understandably) upset & mad about it & cuts herself off with “well never mind then!” & some of the time i feel bad about it but tonight i don’t bc quite frankly i am not here to be her complaint receptacle and i am super not here to listen to her complain about my siblings
like
you chose to have kids ma. you literally chose that
and it wasn’t even like--the most common kind of choice, where ppl get pregnant and choose to keep & raise the kid. this was literally her getting a foster kid, choosing to adopt that kid, & going through the very very very lengthy process of actually adopting said kid. and then doing that six more times. on top of the child she already chose to have via artificial insemination
which, both processes there, much more involved than the usual one
ergo, when i say she chose to have kids, i rly mean she actively and continuously chose to have kids. & w/literally all of us (save my older sister, the only non-adopted one, i suppose) she chose to keep us knowing we either Already Had or were Going To Have issues. most parents don’t get that kinda forwarning
but my mom did. so she’s got literally zero fuckin room to be sitting here complaining about what a hassle it is dealing with [insert facet of raising kid] here
like. wow, lee has issues? lee’s issues are frustrating to u? ur tired of dealing w/them & wish they’d just knock it off & be more mature & less “”””attention-seeking””””?
cry me a goddamn river, asshole
you wanna complain to somebody about how hard this all is for you--fine. but it better not fuckin be me. i am not here to validate your bullshit parent complaints. i am not here to agree with you about how hard my siblings are to deal with. i am not here to nod & frown sympathetically while u talk abt how annoying it all is & how tired u are. i’m not fuckin here for that
i am, shockingly, not actually on your goddamn side
i’m on my siblings’ side. fancy that. it’s almost like u taught us to stand together or something















