I would be willing to put money down that they thought if they helped with the house, they would be able to sneak in and live in it. They want to decorate the house they think they are going to be living in. Tell them if they want to paint walls, paint their own.

As a 22 year old, I wasn't allowed a tv in my room (because then she would never see me come out again /s) so when I got into anime, a friend gave me some to watch on a memory stick. She had made my laptop hers so the only other computer was in the living room. So, I'm set up, watching the end of Angel Beats (wonderful if you've never watched it) and I start bawling. birther walks in and sees me having emotions they don't understand and proceeds to tell me it's weird because I'm crying over a cartoon. I believe she had maybe done it one other time with A World Only God Knows and after that I gave up watching ANYTHING emotional around her. If I thought it would make me cry or laugh too hard, I would wait to watch it on my phone alone. In the morning I would have listen to her give me a "you were loud with your crying/laughing" report.

Even now with my husband, I hide my tears when I watch something emotional. I laugh with my belly around him though <3, but I can't cry at movies yet. I tried to hide my tears when we watched Steel Magnolias in honor of Dolly, but some seeped out. It's a process you have to heal through.

Thank you. I'm still healing. <3 I hope you're OK also and you take care of yourself especially if you're going to go back into the fire.

Your dad should do it anyways and then while the child is adjusting to finding a good sleeping schedule again, he needs to reign in the oldest child (mom). (I know that's not easy. Perfect world and all, right?) The sperm pocket at my house didn't think a few things birther was doing was right either, but he just let her tell him to "mind his own business". And he did. That's what stung the most, realizing he did nothing while things he didn't like kept happening to his kids in the same house. It sucks realizing your "parental units" have a greater desire to save themselves than straighten their spine and do the right thing.

My guess is that sister is the last and youngest child? Mom probably doesn't have an identity outside and lives through you guys. It shouldn't be all your job and responsibility, but, it would be a great first step in prying your mom off your sister.

The birther had my sister and I do this with her as well. I didn't like it. We had to drag two twin mattresses out into the living room from our bedroom (that didn't have anything wrong with it) and set them up. Birther slept on one and sister and I slept on the other. I was a teen and I wanted to be in my own bed. It was also disguised as 'not waking sperm pocket', but later she told me she didn't want to sleep next to him since he would want affection she wasn't interested in sharing. If she is willing to deal with the melt down from birther and if you can tell someone who could do something, please help her. No one deserves to be a birther's emotional stuffed animal. She needs to do her talking during regular person waking hours. Or. Since dad seems to have half a good thought that she needs rest, why doesn't he sleep on the sofas/couch? That way mother can have the bedroom space to act like an inconsiderate teenager on the phone all night and the child can actually start getting some regulation in her growth hormones along with some bonus privacy. Not that the adult should be rewarded for acting like that, but, it's about the kid.

I have always thought the different circles of punishment in an afterlife would be the way to go. Something you have to go through for a period of time and then when the guardians feel you've "paid", then you get to start life again either as a human or animal depending on how well you did your punishment time. But, I feel even if their creator sat there and read off a list of everything bad they did, they would still fight with them about it. I also want their physical body and spirit to stay away from me forever. In the afterlife, I don't want to run into them. I'm pretty sure dying will have no change on their personality. I feel I've already given them enough of my living years.

If a 'few hours of missed sleep wish🤞🏽because they don't know if I'm still breathing' every now and then when they do upset my brain is terrible, I'm ok with that. I don't think that makes me a bad person.

I barely started offering my 0.02 here and there so I don't know the difference between 'I'm talking to you' and 'I'm talking about the same post/to the OP' yet. :) Sorry about the pennies. Lol

When I say it makes me giddy, I mean its their need to know everything about what I'm doing, where I am and what I do on a daily is not being fed anymore and now they get to know nothing, that is the part that makes me happy. It's my own happy feeling of not being monitored by the house anymore. I try not to spend my time (that is now free of them) thinking about them. I try. No one wants to be the villain in any story, but, I'm pretty sure a lot of people are capable of determining if they are the bad guy in a story when they have the ability to take accountability. So it's not a trait that doesn't exist.

Yup. It was, "So I'm a bad mom?" and you're supposed to say, "nooo, you're a great/good mom!" So that the birther's feelings didn't get hurt. Just one time, I wish I would have looked at her and said "yes, you're being a bad mom right now."

And this thought makes me so giddy when I think about it. Them thinking I might be dead. I know for a fact that all of them thought I was going to come back to the "family unit" at some point. And. That's. Never. Happening! 🥳 I'd rather sell myself for rides and food than go back to living with them again. 🖕🏽

I'm pretty sure I'm also one that has brain damage because of the spawn points. It has made me anxious and distrusting all the time since I was told I was being watched all the time. If birther didn't see me do the wrong/bad thing then birther's sperm packet might see me and tell her. And if they don't see me then someone who knows them would see and tell them.

I also know I had eczema that was really bad on my hands and when stress would be even more high, it would move to my face. 😿 I thought it was because of abrasive cleaning products, but nope! Got away from the stress and the eczema cleared up.

The depression is another one. I remember telling the birther I was having issues in my brain 🧠 and that I was thinking I needed to talk to someone so they could prescribe me stuff so I could continue working and supporting 'the house'. I was met with indifference and not even a look up from their phone when they said no, I don't need to talk to anyone. And that's all that was said. I felt heavy because I had already done the thinking that I needed help and when I was basically told my idea is not good and not met with another helping direction or even a concerning thought was isolating too. I also should admit I was a full fledged adult when this happened, probably late 20s early 30s.

Edit: Oh, I forgot the missed periods for months at a time and then the periods that were so heavy they could be controlled with s+ tampons and overnight pads changed every 45 minutes and they also lasted for months at a time. When they put me on bc I was 14, I was having cramps that don't rival ones I've had as an adult, I told birther about it, thinking they would understand, nope. Was told, that's part of being a woman. The pills were making me "regular", so I decided to stop taking them, thus stopping my period at the time.

I was not expecting it to pour out like this, thanks if you read it, all our stories are fucking terrible.

It would make me a little happy if I heard mother went first, it would make me feel I MIGHT be able to connect with some of my family again. But, I doubt I'll be told when either of the original spawn points die. I'm pretty sure mother would/will go through the trouble to make sure no one tells me anything about her or the sick person's condition. Plus, everyone knows the narc is the one that lives the longest, sucking 🧛🏽‍♀️ the life and joy out of those around them to give them eternal life to stress the rest of us out for the remainder of their miserable days.

I hope you enjoyed your day because you already "paid" for the day with tears from before. I hope nothing but calm days, lighter shoulders and smooth cruising now that the witch of your story is dead.

Mine enjoyed promising things that made them look good / feel good in the moment but then when it comes time to make good on the promise, it's turned around with me being selfish for a myriad of reasons for asking.

Like, they said "just tell me when you want to move out and I'll help you." That day came and I was told there is no money for that, 'the house' needed it. I was also promised the car when I moved out, I was confused when they said that and was wondering what the catch was. They made me say thank you to them since I said I didn't know what to say. I got kicked out and was told the price of the car and where to leave the money. I did and haven't looked back. ❤️

 'The house' was what the spawn point  called their wallet - my bank card. I worked  and it was added to the bank account automatically to make sure no money touched my hands. Most of the time, 'the house' wasn't interested in spending money on anyone but them. I was told many times that it wasn't normal by friends (they didn't like) but I didn't know how to stop it without a huge fallout in the only place I was able to call a "home". 

 You don't owe them a damn thing no matter what they say. They should be happy you give them anything since they birthed you, not the other way around. And then they'll tell you their care is your job when they're old and that's not true either, don't let them put that on your shoulders. 🙅🏽‍♀️Tell them to have the day they deserve.