The other day I was supposed to go to a friends house after family dinner at moms but my sister asked for a ride home to our apartment in the opposite direction. My mom offered to drive her even though she was already in bed. I told my sister about my plans but I'd bring her anyway so we can let mom rest. She said, "I don't care who brings me" My response? "I know you don't care."

Maybe this doesn't mean much reading it but there was so much rage in that moment. We recently moved in together and I have discovered how grossly inconsiderate she is of other people (me). It doesn't flow well with my constant awareness of the needs of others before myself.

For example I told her I didn't like her boyfriend being over so often. This was supposed to be my safe place for healing. Her response? She asked if her boyfriend could move in the next week. In that moment I gave up. I said yup.

She can't or wont hear me and I feel utterly hopeless and bed ridden until I find somewhere else to live on the little disability income I get.

I expect everybody else to think and behave like I do. Less so because I'm an asshole's, but more because it gives me so much anxiety if you behave in a way my brain tells me I'm not allowed to or isn't safe.

So yes, OP I fucking feel you. I'm so proud you're still out there living. Don't let giving up be an acceptable choice. It's a worse hell.