Since I have memory, I've always felt like I don't belong with them. Like I'm an outsider, and I'm forced to do these things I don't want to. I do enjoy some things, but I've never felt like I was "meant" to. I'm not like them in any sense. But maybe that's like how it was supposed to be.
I think this is because I've never had a saying in family decisions. It's has always been what they want, not what we want. They fill their mouths saying that they've asked and that we can have opinions. But if I say something or express that I'd rather do anything else they say I'm ungrateful or that I never do stuff with them, and in the end of the day, they make me feel bad if I don't want to do what they want to do. I'm really sick of it. I don't even try to say something anymore.
