Martyrs And Ingrates

8 more weeks to go before I move into the new place. Frankly it can't come soon enough. I didn't think so at first, it was stressful when I found out that I had to move, because my aunt and uncle are selling the house that i live at now. But the events of the last few weeks have made me think that this move is really a blessing.

Don't get me wrong I love my family, but they can be a real pain. My aunt especially. The last few weeks she has been doing things around the house. Little things like packing my things during the day, or making lunches and stuff. Normally that is nice, someone helping out. And I am grateful for the help. But this is different. She'll help out but then complain about it after. She trys to be the martyr. It pisses me off. I never asked anyone for help, if i have to I'll do it all on my own I will.

But there in lies the trouble. If I tell them to leave me alone, I'm the bad guy. I'm the one who is ungrateful. It is a catch 22 and there is nothing I can do about it. I know it may sound wrong, but I am prepared to let her do all the work she wants, and all the complaining she wants afterward. I can just ignore it, and I get stuff done that needs to be done anyways. It'll be a pain but I can handle it for the next few weeks. And to hell with what other people think. Either they'll think of me as a moocher or an ingrate or whatever, which I don't care or They'll see through her attempt at being a martyr and see her for the attention craving insecure person that she really is.