That moment when you want to meltdown but somehow you manage to hold it together because someone has to hold it together.
I’m the oldest, so my shoulders carry the weight of the load.
It’s sad that a single person can make my life miserable. I can’t keep living like this. I want my old family back
When people ask me about my brother I hesitate not because I care what they’ll think about him because he created that image for himself but because they always look at my parents differently. It always starts out if he was my kid… What’s your mom/dad doing about it… like really!? He’s almost 18 years old he makes his own choices and the government has him so protected if we breathe funny they get in trouble so before you go poking your nose and judging parenting skills by how a 17 year old has chosen to live think again.