Recently I have begun to notice my sister being more of a bitch than normal. Also, when I've asked her nicely to do something she sends me a snappy reply and walks away, the thing I don't get is why she has to be so mean when I do everything for her.
In the past six months or so I've had really bad back pains, stomach pains and headaches and at first my sister was caring and helpful. She would help me with my chores if the pain was too much or she would just do them, but suddenly her kindness and politeness just melted away.
My pain has been getting easier, although every day my back hurts but it hurts that little bit less sometimes it hurts like hell. My main pain is the cold shoulder my sister gives me, take tonight for instance my back has flaired up and I literally only asked her to lock the rabbit hutch up for me and I got a no because you didn't do it for me yesterday. Yesterday I was trying not to cry because my head was burning like crazy and my eyes itched like something was crawling in my retina.
What she doesn't seem to get is that I do everything for her and she does jack shit in return. I lend her money which she has to be reminded every time she gets money to pay back, I do chores for her when she's going to be late home or when she doesn't feel well. My back pain and headaches make it hard for my the bend down or hutch over meaning it takes me longer to pick stuff up or close up the rabbit hutch. My headaches cause me to have dizzy spells and she doesn't care.
My brother he just doesn't care about anything. He swears at my mum if she asks him to wash up or dry up the pots, he's just a pain in the ass.
I know I probably haven't done everything my sister has asked but I've done what I can. Another thing is she hardly ever helps around the house it's me who puts a load of washing in, it's me who washes up and dries up and puts away all the dishes and plates. What my sister doesn't get is that I won't always be there to do everything. One day she will have to face the world on her own and face the life of cleaning and washing up after yourself with no help. She will have to live the life I've partially done for what seems like three years.
I had to grow up quick about a year and a half ago because my parents split up and my mum couldn't do everything on her own, she needed me and I helped. If that was giving her some money to pay for things then I would do it, if it meant cooking and cleaning then I would do it and I still do. My life so far has involved me growing up and helping my family out. I don't regret it and I never will.
I just wished that my brother and sister would have done the same when mum needed them and that they could have seen the separation was hard on her too. So far my mummy is my heroin and my savour because even though this past year and a half has thrown some shit her way she has kept working through it to keep food on the table and keep a roof over our heads. I love my mum more than anything in the world and one day I wish to be like her (just hopefully with a better job).
Love you mummy xx
I know this chapter was me rambling and at the end getting sentimental but this is literally the only way for me to express how I feel. Bye for now.
