It is strange, this household. My sister is working full time out of the house, which is great. She is injured, her pets are injured - they need lots of care. My sister is pretty self reliant. She can leave and do what she wants, have a massage, go shopping. She eats a very strange diet, but no one has to fix it for her - cereal, Chipolte.
I fix my mothers meals - all of them - breakfast, lunch and dinner. She prefers to eat in her room. I eat whatever, by myself. The only time we eat together is Sunday dinner. Every third week is mine to cook - so....
It doesn't matter. I have no one to talk to. No one to eat with. My mother hates what I fix. She would rather drink wine and eat potato chips. She always asks me if I need money. Why doesn't she THINK that I do - I don't work outside of the house! I HATE asking for money. I hate my life.
I feel as if I have no control over anything.
I don't know anyone here and my friends I guess aren't really friends, they don't write or call. I am the anomoly. Not married. No kids. Live at home and take care of mother. Nothing good about that.
I always put on the good face. I take care of my animals. I am a good person. I just feel like I am not here.
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