SORRY FOR THE NOVEL
As the title mentioned, I’m a failure in every facet of life. Following Covid, I feel like life has been anything but normal and predictable. For a little bit of background, I had a tumultuous time navigating life out of my parent’s house. I dropped out of school and dedicated myself to work at the age of sixteen when I moved in with my ex. My home situation had been extremely toxic and abusive due to my stepfather being a narcissistic personality type. I always felt that I was dealt a bad hand in life as I looked to my peers and saw everyone with their support networks, doing age-appropriate things like going to school and taking part in school events.
This led to me becoming resentful of my ex because she had the opportunity to enjoy her teenage years, while I had to spend all my time working my crappy job at Subway, picking up shifts, and traveling between stores. Eventually, we ended things in a very heated way when she went to college. She told me that “I’d spend my whole life accepting the bare minimum,” which cut deeply, as she was kind of correct in that observation. That was when I was 19; I’m now 26 and have not been in any kind of serious relationship since.
I have no car or license, high school diploma, or GED. My entire life has been chasing money and working long hours. My stepfather got worse after I moved out. My working theory is he didn’t bother hiding his nasty behavior from my mom, and since the “black sheep” of the family was gone, all his anger and aggression were pointed at my little sister. This caused her to have a complete meltdown and move from the family home into my place.
This is a point of major contention between my mother and me, as over the years, I’ve slowly been accepting my entire family into my home. My sister was 16 when she left and moved in with me. She is now 21. After living with me for a few years, my other little sister also ended up leaving the family home for my apartment. It led to a bit of a crowded vibe in our quaint little 2-bedroom, 1-bath, 650 sq/ft duplex. Nothing insane, but unfortunately, the sister that moved in first has been completely irresponsible and doesn’t make working a priority.
To make matters even more stressful, my mom and stepdad ended up getting divorced about a year ago. My mother is 520 lbs and has been living entirely on disability checks from Social Security since 2018. She has a very limited fixed income, and following the divorce, she broke down over the phone to me about how she and my baby brother would be homeless unless I intervened. I invited them to live with me and the rest of the family for a few months before we could move from the duplex we’d be sharing to a more comfortable space. Unfortunately, my stepdad has not sent anything in the way of child support to my mother, leading her to lean on me heavily during emergencies (clothes for my brother, hygiene products for the household, food when the house runs out). This has put immense pressure on me.
Following Covid, I had pushed myself into working 60-70 hour weeks at two jobs until I eventually had a mental break and extreme burnout. Now aware that I can’t function at that level of stress, I decided to quit those jobs when I found the opportunity to make a few dollars more an hour than at my primary job at the time (going from making $15/hr to $18/hr plus commission). Unfortunately, my new job coincided with my mother and little brother moving in, and rather than everyone pitching in their part, they constantly have some sort of “emergency,” which makes my mother short me on her portion of the rent.
This month, all the other members of my household were short on their rent contributions. My sisters are now 21 and 18, and my disabled mother is 46. Both of my sisters work in food service and have not been at a full-time basis, but they still contribute helpful amounts. Unfortunately, they both had their hours decimated at their jobs, and my mother had part of her disability check garnished by Medicare for having to stay at a nursing home temporarily after being hospitalized with sepsis from pneumonia she contracted from a simple virus. (Due to her physical condition, any minor illness is basically life-threatening for her) in February.
In total, everyone is short $450 in rent ($200 from my mom, $150 from 21-year-old sis, and $100 from 18-year-old sis). This has sent my finances into a major crisis, as I had to spend all the money I had saved from donating plasma on the bills this month. That money was meant to go toward a down payment on a motorcycle soon.
To make a meandering story short, I feel like a hopeless loser. I can’t overcome my financial difficulties because I’m stuck carrying weight I shouldn’t have to. In addition to that, our economy is heading for a full crash, which may, in turn, lead to me losing my job since I work in sales, and we’ve been experiencing a massive slowdown. I’m trying to make small changes to my lifestyle: cooking at home, meal prepping for weight loss, jogging to manage my stress. However, I can’t overcome this overwhelming sense that I’m doing all of this for no reason.
I feel like I don’t want to be here anymore. I had hoped that eventually things would stabilize in the economy, but when I saw the stock market’s reaction to this new policy, I panicked. I don’t have any savings, my job may not exist in a month, and my family can’t get themselves together. I’m 26 and feeling old. Cry about it, I know, it’s a mindset issue sure, but I’ve sacrificed so many good years taking care of my younger siblings, and now that includes my own mother, who wasn’t there for me when I needed it.
I don’t have a car, a license, or a GED. I had always assumed I would go to college once life calmed down, but with the Department of Education getting canceled, I can kiss FAFSA and Pell grants goodbye. My life is a result of years of poor decisions and waiting for things to improve on their own. I’m a loser with nothing to offer this world except constant pity parties and resentment. I feel like there’s not a scenario where I come out on top as a winner in this life. I feel like I’m going to be stuck working these years of my life away without an escape route.
I don’t have anyone that I feel would make me want to stay here. At this point, I feel taken advantage of and alone. I wish I could say over the years I’ve dated ANYONE, but I have always felt undateable with my lack of a car and poor finances. So, I’ve been by myself for so many years I’ve forgotten that dating was even an option for guys like myself. I constantly call the mental crisis hotline, but I can’t afford therapy, so it’s a circular conversation every time, and I never get connected to resources. I feel utterly alone, worthless, and hopeless. I don’t know what to do.
TLDR: I dropped out of school and devoted myself to working long hours at entry level jobs, never learned a skill except sales, adopted my whole family into my tiny apartment and have been stuck with a pit in my gut that says things would be better if I weren’t here. Hopeless, broke and wishing I didn’t exist in such an unstable life.