I'm not trying to be selfish.
I am not. But my parents made me cry so much today. Today is my older brother's birthday. It is tradition in my family that whoever it its birthday they get to choose where we eat. Only, the last two years we haven't gone out for my birthday. And the year before that I chose where I wanted to go and my dad said no he had a coupon A FUCKING COUPON!!! to a restaurant that I don't even like and that is where we went. Their response when I say anything is "we will go someday". This year they will be gone for my b-day. When I mentioned this my mom said "yes we will, we will be back the second week of September." ....... My b-day is in AUGUST!!! But back to today... Charlie couldn't decide so they asked if anyone else had an idea, so I mentioned a place I would like to go. It is an expensive place I will admit. But I said hey it could count as both of our b-day dinners. Daddy said no that it was too expensive, and I said it's ok. But then they started talking about how I always want to spend their money and how they pay for so much for me. HOLD UP!!! I am one of five child... two of which are not either of their actual children, but they treat them as such. They paid for my oldest sister, her husband, and their SEVEN children to fly down from Ohio to Florida for Christmas. They paid off my older brother's debt and are currently paying his house payment. They pay half of my little sister's rent and for anything my little brother blinks at. My parents once every three months or so buy me groceries or LOAN me money to pay for something. Now I would like to point out that my older sister is married to a doctor, my older brother makes 3 to 4 times as much money as I make, and my little siblings are really other family members that they felt sorry for and pulled into my family. Before I go on, please let me point out that that sounds really bad but I don't dislike my younger siblings. I love them to death and would never trade them for anything. THIS THING ISN'T EVEN ABOUT MONEY! IT'S THE MEANING!!! Why am I the mooch? Why is my b-day not important? Why am I so fucking selfish that I am letting this effect me so much? And now I am crying again... I'll stop ranting now. Sorry you had to read that.