My mother cares more about her fucked up fiance than me and my sister. We lost our dad almost 7 years ago now, and when he passed, my mother wasn't here for her or me; I raised my sister from then to even now. I've taught her all the values and rights and wrongs she knows, I help with her school work, make sure she does everything right. I was there. My mother wasn't. My mother still isn't here. She is awesome sometimes though, for like a week. It feels like she is mother of the year for a week; though, it takes a very steep slope down the fucked up rabbit whole of the other man whom she makes us call step-dad. The day my father died I vowed I would never call another person dad or step-dad. Here I am though, forced to call this narcissistic asshole a "step-dad". I'm just so tired of being put last, and I feel like my mother should always put her children first. But she never does. It goes fiance-animals-sister-me. IM SO SICK OF ITTTTT

my mom makes me feel like I am a burden and that I am the cause of her problems, when she doesn't see how I am struggling with my mental health, she starts arguments with me and it makes me feel worse because I don't like when she argues with me but she doesn't care and I think I am loosing my mind

long story short it’s relationship problems it was good at first but it just started to go down hill and then cheating startedand then when i thought everything was ACTUALLY GOOD he’s getting mad at me for things he shouldn’t even be mad about.like i really think he’s just trying to make me break up with him,but everytime i do he blows up my phone comes to my houseand stuff but like for example a little information i cant lay on my left side because it makes my whole leg go numb he proceeded to ask me to rub himand im like ok, but i have to get on my side yk it be hurtingand layed on my side even though i knew it was gone hurt just to rub him he said nvm dontworry about it then and thenproceeded to argue with me saying that if i didn’t wanna rub him that’s all i had tosay mind you i rub him EVERYDAYand i never get rubbed orcuddled and just TODAY he got mad at me because he hadn’tgotten in the shower yetand proceeded to put his hands inhis pants and got mad bc i didn’t want to smell it