Maybe this is more an ACoN/LAN one because I'm out of it now so I'm not fighting fires anymore, more surveying the ruins. If so, feel free to downvote me to wrong subreddit hell.
I'm a workaholic. I want to love my job and I want to want to do overtime. And it's because it's my source of fulfillment - everything else (interpersonal relationships, hobbies etc) has been poisoned. Interpersonal relationships because when I'm with people I'm stressed that I'm displeasing them, and hobbies because I have fun and don't produce anything I feel....bad. Guilty. Worthless.
I will also say that another part of me thinks "actually fuck it. I don't want kids, I don't want
Sister is GC but wavers between seeing the harm my mum does and seeing the benefit she brings to her life. One of these benefits is childcare, and today I had the pleasure of witnessing my sister drop my niece off with "Nana".
First she cooked the child the kind of pasta you might eat if you're in an Italian restaurant but also insane. Half cooked, plain oil and lots of fresh basil, but no salt or anything else. I wouldn't have eaten it. Then Nana got upset because we pointed out the child couldn't eat that. Then Nana got more upset because we didn't want to leave her in charge of a child while her blood sugar was spiking (diabetic, uses it as an excuse all the time, never looks after hers
Important point to note - I live in the UK, servers get minimum wage, so tipping is less of a thing.
Yesterday I was out for a meal in a busy restaurant. Not a TGIChilibees but one of those with delusions of grandeur. Not my choice but anyway.
We had a nice server and I always tip anyway, having been a server myself. When it came to pay he was greeting customers so someone else came to take our money. I tip in cash so the servers don't lose anything to credit card fees or have to declare it in tax. When the other staff member took the card he didn't notice the tip. I didn't want the tip to get swiped or to go into the back pocket of someone else (some places in the UK do tip pools, some d
Just put her f**king kid on the phone to ask if I could babysit her this morning for two hours. With 15 minutes notice. I don't mind helping out from time to time but it's bloody ridiculous to force me to say no to a child who wants to come and hang out rather than watch her Mum move house. Give me the option to say no.
So here's my situation. I'm an ACoN (I think) and I had it rough with my Mum growing up. My sister did too, but the family divided along Mum and Sis vs me and Stepdad. Later it became those three against me because I had enough of Mum's shit and moved out. I'm pretty convinced all three of them are Narcs.
I'm obsessive about trying to figure out if its my fault or theirs, if I'm the Narc or they are. And my sister...god. I can't stand her. Part of it is probably sour grapes to the extent that my Mum and Stepdad fund her lifestyle, and I provide for myself. They fund her because she's nice to them, but she's nice to them because they fund her lifestyle. My parents are stinking rich, but I us