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Apparently working eight hours, then coming home to a) research my heath problems and possible treatments, b) research college options and contact schools, c) research how to sell my knitting, d) look up knitting and sewing patterns, e) clarify instructions and learn new stitches, and/or e) watch stupid videos or talk with friends while knitting to minimize my eye strain and boredom so I can do more faster...is considered "sitting on the computer all day and doing absolutely nothing."
Apparently asking "is it okay if I give you $80 of the $90 I owe you tonight, since ATMs and such go in 20s, and give you the last $10 the moment my friend pays me back, within a couple days?" and not only accepting that it is not okay, but giving more than asked...is caring more about said friend than the person who's getting the money.
Apparently saying for years, "the roof is leaking and I'm worried about it getting worse and falling in, which is both difficult and expensive to fix" and offering to at least try fix it myself...is something to pay no heed.
Apparently being annoyed that the roof is now, in fact, in trouble and this all could have been, if not avoided, at least in better shape if people had listened to me...is a bad thing.
Apparently explaining that I'm looking into possibly moving because I don't feel safe in a place where I have to worry about the roof falling or the sides of the house crumbling...makes me a bitch who doesn't care about anyone else's feelings.
Apparently calling, texting, and praying during the work day and on trips to Chicago to make sure the house is safe for all of us during rainstorms because of the roof, the sup pump, and the floor, and going into a mini-frenzy each storm to keep things like library books and electrical appliances picked up off the floor just in case...is not caring.
Apparently having roof troubles and money troubles and tons of crap going on...is the perfect time to throw all the blame on me for wanting to move, snapping about how I'm so coddled and pampered that I shouldn't ever want to leave and I should be doing more for my mother and grandmother. (Let me take the moment to point out that most of the things they do, they do without asking and sometimes when I've asked them not to do it, such as getting upset if I don't let Grams make me lunch even if I have plans, and having to explain that my laundry is my responsibility and they shouldn't worry about it.)
We had an hour-long argument about how I'm an ungrateful little wench who doesn't care about anyone but herself, especially not my mother or grandmother, that ended with "clean up the basement and keep us posted on selling your knitting." I wish I was kidding.
Something's got to give. I'm at that point of "what do I do from here?" because I've got a few ideas and they're all scary to me in their own ways. Any advice would be appreciated. Go off the wall with it, I don't mind.
Apparently asking "is it okay if I give you $80 of the $90 I owe you tonight, since ATMs and such go in 20s, and give you the last $10 the moment my friend pays me back, within a couple days?" and not only accepting that it is not okay, but giving more than asked...is caring more about said friend than the person who's getting the money.
Apparently saying for years, "the roof is leaking and I'm worried about it getting worse and falling in, which is both difficult and expensive to fix" and offering to at least try fix it myself...is something to pay no heed.
Apparently being annoyed that the roof is now, in fact, in trouble and this all could have been, if not avoided, at least in better shape if people had listened to me...is a bad thing.
Apparently explaining that I'm looking into possibly moving because I don't feel safe in a place where I have to worry about the roof falling or the sides of the house crumbling...makes me a bitch who doesn't care about anyone else's feelings.
Apparently calling, texting, and praying during the work day and on trips to Chicago to make sure the house is safe for all of us during rainstorms because of the roof, the sup pump, and the floor, and going into a mini-frenzy each storm to keep things like library books and electrical appliances picked up off the floor just in case...is not caring.
Apparently having roof troubles and money troubles and tons of crap going on...is the perfect time to throw all the blame on me for wanting to move, snapping about how I'm so coddled and pampered that I shouldn't ever want to leave and I should be doing more for my mother and grandmother. (Let me take the moment to point out that most of the things they do, they do without asking and sometimes when I've asked them not to do it, such as getting upset if I don't let Grams make me lunch even if I have plans, and having to explain that my laundry is my responsibility and they shouldn't worry about it.)
We had an hour-long argument about how I'm an ungrateful little wench who doesn't care about anyone but herself, especially not my mother or grandmother, that ended with "clean up the basement and keep us posted on selling your knitting." I wish I was kidding.
Something's got to give. I'm at that point of "what do I do from here?" because I've got a few ideas and they're all scary to me in their own ways. Any advice would be appreciated. Go off the wall with it, I don't mind.