I hate my fucking family. Every single time, I am told that I am stubborn and too righteous. If that is true, then how come no one fucking cares what I have to say? My brother was given money from my grandmother and told to give half to me. Asked him about it, and he had the audacity to tell me he doesn't fucking have it. Does he genuinely think I am going to believe his ass over my grandmother, who always gives us money? And to add insult to injury, my mother has the audacity to say he just forgot to give it to me. Seriously? After continuously going on and on about my brother wants to talk to me and doesn't know how, so he "teases" me, she expects me to fucking believe that. I want them to disappear. I can never escape this tag team bullshit. I hate my life with them. Life would be so much better if I lived alone, but I am a fucking student with little income.