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Dear mom,
I hate it when you're drunk and I hate that living with you makes me feel like a frustrated teenager again. PS.Do you have to be drunk every day? Really?
-Lissa
In other news... I spent the day playing Hungry Hungry Hippos with my nephew. My sister informed me that despite babysitting fulltime since my job ended, without being ASKED (it was just assumed that I'd do it), all I'm getting for waking up at 5am and babysitting for 10 to 12 hours is sometimes she'll buy me lunch. "You're lucky," she said. "It's more than mom ever got." I am also expected to drive her to lunch and back to work, and to the store when she needs to go, and I don't get gas money either. If I complain, she won't let Aiden hang out with me anymore and twists it to be me bitching about having to spend so much time with him.
I do love him to pieces... But it's pretty hard, getting up at 5 am, getting home at 5pm, passing out with exhaustion, and then waking up and doing it all over again. Also, I am unemployed and poor :(.
I think mostly my problem is feeling like a second class citizen in my house and in her house. One day, I'll be a real girl. Until then, I'm her babysitter and my parents' errand girl.
Self-respect? I have none anymore. I just want sleep.
I hate it when you're drunk and I hate that living with you makes me feel like a frustrated teenager again. PS.Do you have to be drunk every day? Really?
-Lissa
In other news... I spent the day playing Hungry Hungry Hippos with my nephew. My sister informed me that despite babysitting fulltime since my job ended, without being ASKED (it was just assumed that I'd do it), all I'm getting for waking up at 5am and babysitting for 10 to 12 hours is sometimes she'll buy me lunch. "You're lucky," she said. "It's more than mom ever got." I am also expected to drive her to lunch and back to work, and to the store when she needs to go, and I don't get gas money either. If I complain, she won't let Aiden hang out with me anymore and twists it to be me bitching about having to spend so much time with him.
I do love him to pieces... But it's pretty hard, getting up at 5 am, getting home at 5pm, passing out with exhaustion, and then waking up and doing it all over again. Also, I am unemployed and poor :(.
I think mostly my problem is feeling like a second class citizen in my house and in her house. One day, I'll be a real girl. Until then, I'm her babysitter and my parents' errand girl.
Self-respect? I have none anymore. I just want sleep.