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It's hard to be the "good" kid in the family. I feel so much pressure...the things I say or do can cause the breaking point for my mom's sanity. She tells me all of her worries about my sister and brother because she has no one else to tell them to. It tears me up inside. I wish I could help somehow, but I'm only contributing to her grief by never wanting to go home on weekends. It's not that we don't love her, but I don't think she'll ever be able to let us go.