Guest guest Posted December 27, 2008 Report Share Posted December 27, 2008 I really need to vent tonight. Sorry. But thank you so much for providing a space for me to do that. I still have contact with my family, and I think that is probably my problem, but I am having such a hard time just breaking away. I am currently a graduate student and live several states away from my family, but chose to come home for the holidays. I didn't want to be alone on Christmas and I wanted to spend New Year's with my friends from home, plus my dad's birthday is Dec. 29th. My parents don't really speak to anyone else in the family, so it was just my parents, my sister, and I. In the short time that I have been here, I have been reminded of how inferior, ungrateful, moody, snippy, etc I am, while having to rearrange schedules because my sister's " boyfriend " chose to drive into town a day early. Maybe I'm just jealous, but my parents do kind of have a track record of favoring her - they've co-signed loans for her, bought her a car, took her on multiple college tours, none of which they've done for me, all in addition to the smaller " let her have her way " favors that continued throughout our childhood. I've realized during this stay that I will never be as important to my family as I might like to be, especially since I grew up taking care of my mother and my sister (who is only 3 years younger). Anyway, we celebrated my father's birthday tonight with my sister making dinner and a cake. My sister was out all day, and I was supposed to be out with friend, but she got delayed so we ended up meeting up at 4pm. We agreed that dinner would be at 6 instead of at 5 as had originally been planned, because sister's bf was running late. At 5:54pm, I get a text message from my sister asking whether I am coming to dinner. I was literally 2 minutes away at a coffeehouse, which she knew; I texted back that yes I was coming and I thought dinner was at 6. I immediately get another text saying that dinner is done. By the time I get home, dinner is served and the three of them are already eating. Best part, my sister made a pasta dish with plenty of oil, which I haven't been able to eat since I was in middle school (I have digestive problems). My family knows this, but they don't believe anything I say about any type of medical issue, nor have they ever (I walked around with a broken hip for 8 months because my mother thought I wanted attention). So I kind of feel bad about not eating much of her dinner, but frankly I really didn't want diarrhea all night. Sister gets mad, says she's never making dinner for us again, storms out of the dining room, etc. Lovely family dinner. Sister's bf comes to pick her up (I can't stand him, another point of contention, but he's a drug dealer and carries guns everywhere he goes, and I'm pretty sure he's only using her for sex), but of course my parents love him - at least one daughter has a bf and might get married. Sigh. That's perfectly fine, but me asking my mother not to do some gesture in my face that she knows annoys me is cause for her to snap at me and ask why I'm being so miserable about everything. I just love family bonding. So now I'm kind of hungry, really annoyed, and lonely and cold up in my old bedroom. Love it. Sorry this is so long - I didn't intend it to be. I'm not even really that mad about tonight - it's not like it's unusual or anything, that's for sure. I guess I'm just upset about what it represents. I feel like I don't really have a family, and nothing has really changed even though I feel like I've changed a lot since I've been gone. I kind of want to avoid them; I certainly don't want to feel like this every time I come home, but I feel so guilty. A part of me really wants to just hate my mother/nada, but if she truly is bpd, then shouldn't I feel bad for her? And I swear my sister is as dramatic and narcissistic as my mother. I just can't stand it. And of course I have to question whether I'm the one that's crazy, sitting alone avoiding nada downstairs. Thanks for reading this if you got this far! And thanks again for providing a space to vent - it really does help a lot! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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