I resent you. Not one, but all three of you. I feel like you guys hold me back. I love you, you are my family, but I’m over all of it. I’m over the manipulation to get me to do things, I am over being treated like a ten-year-old when I am an adult, and I am so freaking over being made to feel like a piece of crap. FYI, I run my life, not anyone of you three. I am not your damn babysitter, maid, or “in case I run out of cash” machine. Get your sh&t together; because I guarantee you that once I do, and I am working on that, I am out.