Thread: My Bakery~ Updates on RPs and a bit of Cynicism

Re My Bakery serving fresh muffins daily Ranting here... Okay, I'm 20, and I still live at home. So if anyone is bu some chance reading this, don't suggest Just move out! everyone here is surely 18 and older, and mature enough to know you can't just move out. I've been told this I don't know how many times, and I want to slap anyone who says it. When I was 14, my parents got custody of my sisters 4 kids right now they're 12, 9, 8, and 6. That means we cannot send them off anywhere. It's 4 kids divided between my parents, and I I guess I'm guilty by relation. But since the day we got the kids... my parents essentially stopped caring for me. I know they care about me, but, I was basically below the kids on their priority list. Why I am still at home 1. I never learned how to drive. My parents didn't want to pay for me to learn. They wouldn't teach me and where I lived, if you had a permit, you had to have someone 21 or older to teach you. None of my friends were 21 or older, and I didn't know any adults who would teach me, so I was screwed. Also... they wouldn't even take me to get my permit, and they had to be the ones with me to get one, since they were my guardians. Later I found out this was all because they didn't want me to grow up too fast . 2. That fucking ACCESS guy at my school. Since I was considered needy to my school, I was eligible for free fee waivers for universities that I applied to. I could apply to up to 5 colleges for free. So I did, I just had to give them a list of the colleges that I applied to, and they'd send over the fee waivers. It was too late when I found out that lumpy never sent them. So I didn't get into any of the colleges that I applied to because my applications were never complete . But! I did get into the community college that was free to apply to! 3. Obligations. My family decided after I graduated, we were going to move out of state, back to my moms home town. I wanted to stay in my home town, just go to community college, maybe live with a friend and then transfer to a university when I was done with the community college. Well, I couldn't find a friend to live with, and I couldn't drive. So it made sense to just go with my family. I was promised that when we moved, they'd teach me how to drive, so I could get a job, and go to school. Well, when we moved, things didn't go that way. My parents never taught me how to drive still haven't. I couldn't find a job or apply to school because I couldn't drive, and my mom needed me at home to babysit the kids while she and my dad were at work. Not to mention, the recession... and I live in an area populous with factories that were closed down thanks to the economy... so it's impossible to find a job here. Why am I ranting about this? These four kids.... I know they don't do anything on purpose and it isn't their fault, but argh, I hate feeling like I am one of their care takers when I did not ask for this and my parents do not treat me like an adult! I was a kid when my parents took them in, and thanks to my parents priorities, mostly being the kids, I lost my help and I never got a chance to grow up. They still treat me like one of the kids ... to them, there's them, and the kids. But, when they need it, I am all of a sudden an adult and should conveniently be able to watch and take care of four kids two with ADHD whenever they ask for it. Often, they do not even ask or inform me... they just leave and I don't know that I've been left alone with them until something breaks or one of them has gotten hurt. But the problem with this is... thanks to my parents, the kids view me as an equal, not an adult. So they basically look at me as a bossy big kid, and when I try to step in and try to break up fights or just get them to settle down or stop whatever they're doing... they don't listen, at all! I've had some serious problems with these kids in the past. And I know people are like Oh I know, I've babysat before.... have you ever had a fucking cop get on you because of a kid??? I have! I was with my 9 year old nephew at the renaissance festival in my town. It was time to leave, and he didn't want to leave. He started throwing the biggest fit. When we were on a trail leading out of the place, he threw himself on the ground kicking, screaming and crying. It was the worst fit I had ever seen a kid throw. I'd try to grab him and pick him up, but he'd kick me and play dead weight and scream things like Don't touch me! Get away! I hate you!, obviously it looked wrong. I know, it should be easy to grab a kid, but I am a short individual.. I'm only 5'1'', and the kids only a few inches shorter than me. People started to step in and ask if he was okay, he'd just glare at me, and I'd say He's fine, he just doesn't want to leave yet and some would say stuff like I was talking to him, not you, and eventually a frickin' cop got involved! I was being treated like some kidnapper. Why the hell would I want to kidnap that?! And at a renaissance festival of all places! But the kid would not let up, even when I had a cop on me. If you were a kid, and there was a cop on the adult in charge of you, wouldn't you kind of think it's time to give in? I know at 9, I would have. But.. he didn't, I had to get my mom to come get him. That's just an example of how they are with me. Why should I put up with that? My parents make me deal with kids when they do little to help me or support me... Sorry, really needed to rant. I'm sure no one wants to hear it.