One Snarky Chica with Issues

I have what you might call an interesting relationship with my parents. To say that it is love-hate is a bit of an understatement.

See, I have two younger brothers. One is 12 years younger and the other is 4 years younger (I think - we aren’t exactly close). I am officially the black sheep of the bunch because I came out at age 19, while attending a Baptist college that promptly kicked me out. The middle child is the “can do no wrong” child, who also happens to be a pathological liar. And the youngest is of course the baby that gets away with whatever he wants.

My parents disowned me for about 6 years, with our only communication being when my mother would call to read me bible verses over the phone to tell me how I was going to burn in hell. I was living in another state at the time. I ended up moving back and suddenly they wanted to act like nothing had ever happened. Go figure.

I still get treated like the black sheep most of the time, which is expected. Yet, they think that they have the right to call me whenever they need something. For instance, my mother called me last night because she needed my skills as an English major to help her with her resume for a job application. And earlier in the week they needed my computer skills to diagnose a problem they were having with their PC. I am now in a different state than them, but they still call.

It is odd being the black sheep kid and the go-to kid at the same time. Of course, I know that I am only the go-to kid for certain things. It’s frustrating and I have major issues with it. Some days I want to move and not give them a way to contact me ever again. And some days I think that they are stupid and I just need to accept that fact and move on with it. I do know this, every time they call needing something they expect me to drop everything and do their bidding. And it angers me. But I still answer the phone. When I am going to learn?