Growing up, my family was very sedentary...
I'm sure I did my part to burden my mom with tasks like laundry when I was a kid.
But no one else around the house was eager to help out when needed.
My dad, who I was thankful for his sacrifices growing up, could have done more to help. He was of the type that had kids so they could do his bidding. And it was never enough. There were times where I'd be minding my business or maybe acting a little goofy in the living room, and he'd start yelling because I wasn't doing chores. Asshole...
My sister? Fat chance there. She was (and probably still is) the kind of person who'd expect you to feed her grapes while she lounged on a chair. There was one instance where she was looking in the fridge, and she got mad AT ME when I asked her to grab me a soda. Then my dad would yell at me for not getting the soda myself. He also yelled at me once that I wasn't get HER a soda. WHILE SHE WAS SITTING CLOSER TO THE FRIDGE.
Needless to say, I'm quite resentful about the whole thing. If it was up to me, I'd have nothing to do with any of them ever again...
Sadly, since they're still alive, I'm sure it'll all happen again. Even though I live 1500 miles away...
