Home Is Where The Heart Is...(21 / 09 / 2011 / 06h48) .
I am worried about my part-time life at home.
I feel as if i am hated for who i am by my parents,
siblings & grandparents...
They don't confront me, but they use words indirectly to attack my self esteem.
In other words they don't respect me.
Hence, they teach kids to do the same which is wrong..
They dis-indulge themselves to provide emotional, mental, physical & financial support.
According to my own point of view this proves a point that they don't care about my life.
This is painful to me, because i am unemployed, so i can't afford my basic needs...
They are not responsible for me as i am a first born.
The fact is they don't make me to feel at home.
In other words they have given up on me,
hence, i should do the same,
because they have given up on me.
They are proud, because they don't support me...
I don't have airtime, clothes & i don't eat with an open heart,
because they choose to hold grudges for me, no wonder why i don't enjoy the food.
I believe every parent has the right to advice, joke, protect & provide emotional, mental, physical & financial support to their children.
But mine refuse, because they hate me.
I am writing from experience as i am unemployed.
Hence, i don't receive respect from my siblings, but instead i receive hate,
because they don't confront me if they are facing difficult challenges,
so that i can help them.
This is painful, because i can be blamed for the wrong reasons.
Hence, i will not tolerate such mistakes, because they underestimate my natural character.
Hence, they have something in common with their parents.
I shouldn't be blamed, because i am judging from their reaction if i am around them.
They hold grudges for me & this proves a point that my days are numbered.
They are jealous with food as if they are responsible for groceries.
What hurts me most is they talk with me as if we are friends,
but i don't have t worry because i know the reasons.
I am the first born, so i am responsible for everything that is taking place at home.
Author: Koena France Mokoena
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