Are they like bullies? Or at least energy vampires?
More like emotional vampires. Here's the problem I've been having. A lot of people I've came across in my life have either treated or viewed me as some sort of female servant. I mean, it's not that I don't mind helping people out now and then, but there's certain ones who tend to overburden me. I think a lot of people literally assume I'm able to do so much more than I can handle. Like, for instance, before I quit working at the animal shelter, my boss would always assign me to either rake outside all day (yes, even in the rain and snow) or have me clean and feed 7 or 8 different cages filled with so many animals and other crap they shoved in those cages.
I was almost ALWAYS expected to do the most laborious tasks compared to the other people working there. I know it was just for 4 hours, but there were even times I couldn't even finish my tasks because there was just so much to do! Not only that, but I felt like my boss never appreciated all the hard work I put myself through. She rarely had anything positive to say other than pointing out things I did wrong and even go as far as to asking if I was disabled. And then every time someone would be at my house, they'd always make comments like "Oh I should have you come over and have you mow my lawn." or " Jamie's our little slave/maid." because they either see me cleaning or taking care of someone else.
Even my mother would persistently ask me to give her back rubs for at least 3 hours! I remember one time after I came home working from the animal shelter, she asked for a back rub, and I told her I couldn't right now because I felt kind of tired myself and she flat out told me to go away. So you know what I did, being the little b*tch that I am, I sucked it up and gave into her. I'm literally damned if I do and damned if I don't! :veryangry:
She even calls me as her personal maid because I do all these things for her, but it doesn't stop her from treating me like crap. I can never have a good day. I can never feel good about myself... and I don't even feel alive. I'm literally trapped inside my own body and who knows what might happen if I keep letting all this stress pile on me. I'll probably have a stroke or an aneurysm or something. I sometimes just have no choice but to cry it out. At the end of the day, I'm wiped out and emotionally drained.