Am I The Jerk? — Family Edition

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In the post before this, I said that I had nothing else to say, that it was going to be a short blog and done. Well, that’s not true because I have some juicy gossip.

To make it spicy and fun, let’s do the game “am I the jerk?”

My uncle, he’s a doctor, he’s a surgeon, he’s about to ask his girlfriend for marriage next year. Do I know too much? Yeah, I live in the same house as my parents and my grandma always sharing news about him like we care.

I personally don’t like him at all. I know for a fact that if you saw, listened, and learned all of the things that I did, you would hate him like I used to.

Now I learnt to deal with that hatred, and now the only thing giving me I-don’t-give-a-fuck vibes is because I know some day I ain’t gon’ see his face again, not even by mistake. It’s cureted, you see?

I’m always in disapproval, even when that a very Nelly’s natural state being surrounded by idiots like him. I never look his way, I don’t share a word with him, and I’ve pretty much told my mom “I hope I never get to see him and my grandma once I move out.”

I also said “Why do you think I’m saying things that I don’t mean. It hurts.” All of those times they humilliated me, now you compare them to when everything was fine because I was a baby… Then when I was a teenager, youngadult, adult I get to be treated like shit?

Was it really a one time thing the time I was begging for helped when my sisters got trapped into a car’s folding chair and couldn’t breath? Because I see it happen all the time.

They’re never there to help, to hold your back, nor to listen to your pain, to change for the better of everybody.

They don’t give a care at all.

They don’t give a fuck if your kitties run away or die, they don’t give a fuck if they harm your feelings and your entire existence by telling you’ll be lonely with just your cats — hopeless and poor.

And when they see you raging but holding yourself back from harming them — they just laugh.

Oh, and he was the one who told me I was gonna be a horrible mother when I couldn’t even tell my feelings towards someone into a relationship — I was really young, but I guess it really stucked.

It hurts.

But what hurts the most is that I now have to solve all this shitty ass triggers by myself, if not I’m just gonna see everyone as harmfull people.