This going to sound awful, but... I hate my mother. :kickingmyself:
Urrgh!! She such a dour, pessimistic, hateful person. Rare says any remotely upbeat or cheerful. Always complains endless about how shit her life is. And it's only me who has to put with the tolerate this pityful shite-talk. She doesnae act like this around my sisters.
No, no! Cuz apparently, if you've a ****** in my family, onto the pedestal of perfection ye go, hen! Thou can do no wrong in thy mother's eyes.
But I'll get shit for simply refusing to be pressured into doing something if I don't feel like it. According to my mum and sisters, that's a form of sexism, supposedly. :idontknow:

h: But hey, nevermind the amount of time I've sacrified to them happy and content - or any extra effort that's taken on my part. F**k the fact that my mental health has severely suffered as a result, over the last 12 years. Slowly but silently, because I'm never allowed to say
"No" or put myself first, once in awhile. Let alone admit that I'm struggling at the best o' times. :sad:
And I'm getting sick of being the person everyone turns to for help, and takes advantage of. I'm the one who's expected to sympathetic towards my own family when they just whing and complain, endlessly.
Only reason you never hear me complain about how shit my life is, is because I'm fully aware and have accept that ma life is utter shite. Has been from a young age, so I've had plenty o' time to get used to it. But they'll never return any of that in kind. No-one ever truly listens to me when I say I'm feeling depressed. I mean, they say they do, but really. they just want something or someone else to gossip about behind yer back. No-one's ever willing to help me out when ask for help.
Sorry for the rant - just needed to vent.