Ever since my parents have gotten married I realized I wasn't the choice child. Possibly because unlike my little sister and brother I won't say what's on my mind. I'll take whatever punishment and usually when I get yelled at I end up in tears. So I am not the favorite because I am not ballsy enough to disrespect my parents. I am growing tired of this. This morning my step dad came into the kitchen and looked in the microwave and automatically accused me of making a mess. This is my younger sister's responsibility who hasn't done her job in well over two months. Possibly even more. I am not home. I am a student. I am at school and usually stay there a good chunk of the day. So that means I don't have access to the home microwave to cook. When I get home, some one's already eaten whatever they can get their hands on. They will eat oatmeal in the morning and stew in the evening. They will NOT cover it up, meaning that when it's all done there's a mess in there that my perfect little sister refuses to clean up. Who gets blamed for it? Not the actual person who did that. That's far too easy. It has to be me. I have to have done the work and therefor the responsibility should lie on me. My mom, though she knows that my little sister is my dad's pick, vouches that this makes absolute sense! It can't be her precious son. He's just home all day laying around on his ass and doing absolutely nothing, but eating and sucking up all the air conditioning. So the one who is actually doing something with her life because she's not oh so highly favored HAS to have been the one to make the mess. Even if she DIDN'T, which we all know is more likely then not, she STILL needs to clean up her baby brother's and sister's mess. On top of that, let's complain about all the other things that haven't been done in the house, because all of this happens to be her responsibility. Even when it's not. My dad's excuse 'well now you can tell others to do clean up after themselves'. Hello retard! How can I do that???? I am not fucking home! Do I have to call every fucking day and speak to two grown adults and let them know 'okay kiddos. You need to clean up your messes before mommy and daddy get home'. I don't fucking think so. If it's that fucking important he needs to call! I am not their fucking baby sitter or their fucking janitor and I am tired of it. My step dad just doesn't want his precious flower doing any of the house work. It's that simple. If he could find a way of accusing me for standing up and pissing on the back of the toilet he'd do it! He'd do it just so his little angel doesn't have to do a damn thing. If he accuses my brother, he'll actually here my mother argue with him! So, instead he has no way to excuse that. The dishes that I am never home to use, happen to end up being my responsibility when we all have certain time periods where we do dishes. 'You need to wash your own dishes', but every one else can eat all they want and leave the dishes for me to come home to. Such a fair trade, right? Heh. My mom claims she does dishes for every one, including me. The only time she'll do it is if I complain about being stuck with the dishes for my brother or sister. Then the next time it's my turn, she might do a few dishes in order to 'make it appear fair'. The reality is, whether they want to admit it or not, is that they want to make me responsible for everything. I am not between the ages of 10 and 16 anymore. It should not be my responsibility any longer to cook, clean, or take care of any one else but myself. I did it for six fucking years. What should have been a fair trade was for it to happen for me. Well I know that's not going to happen. The past is the past and it's over so I know I am still going to be held responsible for my fair share of the work. So if that's what my parents claim they want. Equal opportunity to clean for all. Why the hell do I end up doing some one else's work every fucking week?