Anger. Guilt. At so many things: my parents, my family, the world, my life.
If I think about it, I have had a bad relationship with my parents ever since I was a teen.
They'd use me as a messenger boy. As you can imagine, they eventually divorced. They each have their own individual problems. I get that I am not perfect either, far from it, but I think it is safe to say I resent them.
There are so many unresolved problems in my immediate family because of this. A lot of things happened when I was too young to process them. No, not physical abuse or SA or anything. Just lots and lots, and endless stream of small things.
My dad talks at you. Will talk over you without giving a shit. Will interrupt you. At any time. He is always right, or at least has a tone of voice and a manner of questioning that implies you must be a dumbass.
I am almost 30 and I am a loser according to society. I live with my mom. I am a NEET. She is useless. There, I said it. In any problems I ever had, she was useless unless it was a problem I had with my dad.
For the past month I have had to go over to my dad's to help him move. He makes his stress my stress. Asking me all these questions about what he should do, should he do this, should do that, when should he do it. Witchcraft, I need you to come over immediately. Why? Because he is paranoid it's going to hail and needs to move his truck so it doesn't get damaged. Or because he needs to sell something on marketplace.
Witchcraft, call me right now. Why? Because the place my truck is kept at raised the rates 5%. So tag along with me while I raise a big boomer stink in their office, all so I can take it 5 minutes down the road to another place that COSTS THE SAME, because everywhere has raised their price the same amount.
Witchcraft, I'm going to need you at my personal beck and call to help me move my life across the country because I am retiring. Let me yap at you and list the 1000 things we are going to have to do. Or maybe not do. And let me do this yapping not once, twice, or thrice, but a million god damn motherfucking times.
LET ME WASTE YOUR DAY AT THE DROP OF A HAT, JUST WHENEVER THE FUCK I WANT, AND ORDER YOU AROUND LIKE A FUCKING SERVANT.
Sorry for venting. I really do not want anyone else to feel the same stress that I feel. I am so sick of it, I wish I had never been born. No child should have to play therapist, mediator, counselor, advisor, and also listen to each of their parents bad mouth the other "but keep it between us, don't tell your mom/dad."
I want so badly to get a job just so I can move and never talk to any of my family again. We don't have the same interests. We have nothing in common except sharing some of the same flaws. That's how I fucking feel today. That's why I blew up at my mom 30 minutes ago.
That is all. Thanks for reading.