I know I said I wasn’t going to complain about this anymore but I have to share this one…

Last night I decided to try some new recipes and cook for my family. I decided on an African menu adopted from Morocco. It took me tons of time to prepare the meal. I went to the store and bought all the ingredients, I had to grill the Cornish Hens, and then I cooked this delicious rice consisting of beef, tomato’s, mushrooms, green peppers, etc. I slaved over the meal and everyone ate except Jea’neene and Malcolm because they went to Applebee’s for a “to go” plate. When it was time to clean up no one helped me. I wanted to see if my Dad would even ask them to help because if it was me I would’ve been getting yelled at even if I didn’t eat. There has been times when Jea’neene and Malcolm were cleaning up and I could be upstairs attending to Jeremiah and my Dad comes up complaining and yelling at me to go help in the kitchen, but did anyone yell at them to help me? Nope. I had to do everything myself and I didn’t get to bed until after 1am. I didn’t complain, I just humbly cleaned the kitchen on my own despite the fact that my back was killing me. I am so tired of this situation…

I just wanted to see if I was overreacting about the whole ordeal, but last night was solid proof of what I’ve been complaining about all along. It just isn’t fair. Everybody I’ve ever told about my situation always asks me the same question. “Why do they do you like that?” and I honestly don’t have an answer to that question. I guess that’s why I’ve always been so determinded to have my own things and do everything myself. I just don’t feel like I have anyones support. It’s getting to the point where I’ve been having dreams about this situation! I guess my frustrations have started to spill into my dreams.