I have so much stuff on my plate. Sometimes I feel like pulling out my hair.
Not only do I have my own personal matters to take care of, but I have to deal with other people’s personal matters as well, particularly my mom’s.
For some strange reason, I am the one out of my two siblings who gets asked to take care of her personal matters. Ok, I can understand that she cannot speak English very well, and she needs help here and there, but to be constantly interrupted at home and work? That’s a bit much.
On top of that, everything is a life or death situation with her and everything needs to be taken care of right away.
When I object that I just simply do not have the time or tell her to ask my brother or sister instead, I get scolded for not being helpful or given a lame excuse that my brother and sister doesn’t know what to do. Well, you know what? Train them by making them! The same way you make me.
Wasn’t it enough that I was neglected as the middle child? Wasn’t it enough that I got picked on by my parents being the oldest daughter of a traditional Vietnamese family?
Lesson learned: Never show your parents that you are the responsible one. Act like a retard, and they will simply treat you like one.
FML.
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