Having a family of four come and invade my home is rougher than I ever imagined it’d be, and I thought it would be pretty bad. It doesn’t help that I’m sleep deprived, unemployed, and slated to get my period any minute.
I’m having a breakdown and crying every ten minutes whenever I think about virtually anything. Sister #3 hates it here. The boys hate it here. We’re all miserable and there’s nothing I can do to make it any better. It’s a no-win situation, which makes me cry even harder. Voicing any displeasure means I’m “not being supportive.”
Today I lost it and cried about how I could use a little support. It seems everyone here has forgotten that I’m going through a bit of trauma all on my own aside from the whole invasion.
I’m so frustrated and I don’t know what to do. I can’t imagine what could make this shitty situation better. It hurts my feelings that she’s so miserable here. I’ve tried to be as open and as accommodating as I can be, and it’s not good enough.
I’m just so lost and hurt and afraid that I don’t even know what to do anymore.