So my mom grabs a hold of my phone and decides to call my ex-boyfriend. 6 times. He probably thinks I want him back now, when in reality, I don't. At all. He's a jerk and a horndog. Teehee. But after finding out about what my mother did, I was already in a slightly pissed off mood. She doesn't even understand english, so I can't even communicate with her, and what was she doing with my phone? I hop into the shower and hope that the water will rinse off my sour attitude, but far from it. In the middle of the shower my older brother starts banging on the door and yells at me to let him in. I turn the water off, wrap a towel around me, and open the door. He charges in... just to use the mirror. I asked if he couldn't just use another bathroom, or if he could have just waited a little bit. He looks at me and starts yelling at me and calling me these horrible names. And this is my older brother. My older brother used to be my idol. He was smart, popular, and charismatic. But now, he's only friendly to his friends. When it comes to me, the worst side of him comes out. Now I don't know who he is anymore. And after all that name calling, I came to a realization. I've been pushed around and treated unfairly for my whole entire life. I guess it's part of my culture - the first born son, my older brother, gets everything. He gets the acceptance, the nice gifts, he gets to do whatever he wants. He doesn't have to clean up after himself... that's my job. I, as the 16 year old younger sister, clean up after my brother, clean up after my father, clean up after my mother, and all I get is scolding. I always do something wrong. And with my cousins, too. When I got my car, I try to take them out to lunch, because honestly, I love sharing and I love making people happy. But when I ask them to go out to lunch, they call me these terrible names and yell at me to get out of their house. And I don't know what I did wrong. All I'm asking... is to know what I did wrong.
I want to make people happy, and if making people happy means that I make myself miserable... then I guess that's how God wants it to be.