Hey friends,
Tonight, I need to vent about something. My sister Ally has a mini Australian Shepard about 8 months old named Atlas. I threw out my leftover dinner in the trash which included a chicken bone. Well, Atlas got into the trash and we think he ate it. I even looked through the trash and it wasn’t there. So, Ally blamed me. I had left my plate out to run an errand and was putting some shopping bags away when Atlas attempted to grab the bone the first time. But once I threw it out, I forgot about it… until I saw him in the trash.
Now Ally is sobbing hysterically because Atlas could die if the bone ruptured his organs. And she is screaming at me that she doesn’t want to see me and she is blaming me for the whole thing. I tried to defend myself and then my other sister came out and said I was acting like a bitch. And we don’t swear much in our house so anytime a word like that is used among us, it cuts deep.
Here’s the thing: after being blamed, yelled at, cursed at, I realized something, no matter how much good I do in this house, I will never be good enough for my family. All of my past mistakes will follow me and I will always be the enemy. This is a constant cycle of me doing something, something bad happens and I get blamed. My self esteem has always been shit and I know it comes from my house. I’m trying to get as far away as I can. Houston, TX seems to be the furthest that I can get from Connecticut but I’m still waiting on a full time job. I want to just lash out and cry and drive recklessly as far away as I can go, but I don’t want to let them get to me, so I just feel painfully numb. I won’t let myself lose composure over this, after all the terrible things they’ve said to me. I just won’t be good enough…