Held back from being truly happy. :sad: And I probably never will, until my mum's finally dead. Since she's determined to cling to me like needy, selfish, petty child who can't cope on their own, and hates no getttin' things their way.
Fed up with my family makin' me feel like I'm an awful person for doing as I please, rather than following their shitty advice. And I'm at my wits end with ma mum's compulsive hoarding habit - one of the main reason ah want her outta ma life for good. But her and ma sisters keeping up pretense that "she cannae help being that way. Awww, diddums... Aye, sure.
And they wonder why ah've always got that dour, pissed off look on ma face. As well as collective hate them. It's because I'm the yin who has tolerate this shite: The backwards logic; the immaturity; the bitchy remark; the arguments. Yet they openly give me guff for merely sayin' "No" to their suggestions, as if theirs is the only opinion that matters.
If there's one thing ah've learnt in ma short time in this world, it's that's yer happiness isn't not - and shouldn't - be determined by other people.