i hate my family-sis, her husband and my bro. They treat me like a theif and exclude me, don't trust me and tread carefully with me. I wish my dad was here so he could tell them to calm the fuck down. I've been helping my mom once a week, sweating and sore. Been the best ear I can be for her. Meanwhile I'm breaking inside because it hurts so much to be at my parents house with my dad gone. Walking past the very spot he died. Seeing all he did around here and some unfinished projects that he didn't get to enjoy. My mom has temper tantrums sometimes and that's triggering too. Since she's a huge reason I have ptsd. She apologizes after and I forgive because I know she's hurting. 

My brother hasn't helped one bit yet has his hands out for all my dads stuff. It's not my place to say but really pisses me off because we just bought a new house and need stuff. But he just gets because he's an entitled piece of shit. My sister is a bitch with her nose in the air and my bro in law thinks he just stepped up as the patriarch but has given some stupid ass advice thus far on a few things. Idiots. The lot of them. Easter is this next weekend and I have to pass. I honestly take two or three days just to recover being at my parents house. I am too fragile for any of them. Thank god my mom is skipping it this year so my and my family can have a carefree holiday. 

To top it off my dads bday is end of the month as well as an anniversary that sucks too. I hate April and hate the idiots I am forced to call family.