All I ever feel like nowadays is a burden. I’m never good enough. I have to “deal” with stuff that shouldn’t even be my responsibility. Am I an asshole for thinking that just because we are together doesn’t mean should have to deal his family shit. Like on the weekends I’m responsible for his niece (even though I have my own son to watch too). I never agreed to do it. We didn’t have a choice in doing it. Apparently I’m not allowed to be upset or angry at anything. I’m not allowed to complain about anything even though we can’t afford rent this month let alone food for ourselves. I hate myself. Part of me just wants to disappear.