#voluntold

Once again a commitment other people in my family have made have now become my problem. Someone had made commitments for a 4th of July block party. Now because one of them is sick it has now fallen to me to fill in.

"We've had a really hard day being supportive at the hospital doing absolutely nothing. And with *family members name* has been in the hospital all day today with *medical issue*. Thier partner needs some help setting all this up this week. I have to man the phone for thier business. Could you help out? You're not really doing anything this week. I believe that you'll do the right thing and help them out."

NO. I'm not doing it. I'm not going to be guilted into it. Don't voluntell me what to do. You want to win family brownie points, you go help them. I'm not going to earn them by proxy for you. I don't make commitments that I can't fulfill.

Thier partner has my phone number, if they want my help they can call and ask for my help. Here's a thought, maybe thier neighbors might want to help since they're the ones going to benefit from the block party.

I don't live with either of these people and they haven't done shit to help me at all. They know I'm looking for a job and have been for a while now. They haven't bothered to offer me a job at the "family business".

I'm going to continue to keep looking for a job, that thing that I've been doing since October 2024. And I hope I find one soon. Just because you don't think I'm "doing anything" doesn't mean that I'm not busting my ass to find a job.

And the minuet I do and have enough money stashed back I'm the fuck out of here. I'm paying back very single cent I owe and I'm the fuck out. I'm grateful for what they have done by letting me stay for the last three years.

But I stg, living with people for the last three years has been a stress on me. I've lived quite happily by myself for over a decade and I'm longing for the days where I could do whatever the fuck I wanted to do. Not worrying about someone else and what they want me to do or "need" me to do.

I'm also getting tired of my stuff coming up missing because someone's gone off on a cleaning/purging kick. Every time I buy myself something special to eat in the house it mysteriously comes up missing. I bought myself a small pint of ice cream in a limited edition flavor (Maple chocolate chip pancake). I'm sitting eating dinner when my stepmother beings ranting and raving about how good it was. "It was the best thing I've ever eaten."