I have put up with a lot of bullshit from my relatives in the past few months, but today was the final straw.
My uncle showed up this morning unannounced and notified me he would be cutting electricity to do some work. I asked if he could wait until I finish work, because if my modem is unplugged and I cannot access the Internet to file my stories by deadline, I will lose my job (i'm already on thin ice there). He didn't say anything and walked out. Two minutes later, lo and behold, he cut the power.
I was in the middle of a conversation with the editor in chief, who was urging me to post a story within the next 5 minutes. The Internet was out for about 40 minutes, and I signed back on to see angry messages from my superiors.
I went down and told my uncle that I really need to move out so that these things don't happen while I'm trying to work. (He owes me 2,000 dollars from my grandma's will, and he knows I need that money to move out). So I told him I'd need it asap, after he had earlier told me he was going to hang on to it until I need it.
His response? Was to tell me I waste money and can't be trusted with it, then to disparage me for "all the Amazon packages" sent here, which he sees as me wasting money. I order all my baby's foods and supplies through Amazon, everything from nursing vitamins to baby cereals to wipes and diapers. And yes, I spend a lot on purchases -- FOR MY CHILD. To have this middle-aged sleaze of a man talking down to me, at the age of 32, after I have survived on my own in a foreign country for a decade, was the final straw for me.
He then accused me of being a drama queen, which is a huge trigger for me. Yes, I'm a drama queen because I am hanging on by a thread, literally, and struggling to take care of a child entirely on my own. I'm being dramatic because I don't want to lose my job when I'm the sole breadwinner and am barely surviving? That's dramatic?
I am so f*cking sick of this. I have started packing up my things and am moving out today, though I don't know where to. I may very well just go back to Ukraine. I have now remembered why I left my family in the first place.
(There is a lot of other stuff to this story, but I am so angry I can barely type. This family has consistently been beyond awful to me, yet they think they are somehow being supportive. By throwing out my belongings, by jeopardizing my job. And any time I dare speak up, I'm told i'm being a drama queen.)
My uncle showed up this morning unannounced and notified me he would be cutting electricity to do some work. I asked if he could wait until I finish work, because if my modem is unplugged and I cannot access the Internet to file my stories by deadline, I will lose my job (i'm already on thin ice there). He didn't say anything and walked out. Two minutes later, lo and behold, he cut the power.
I was in the middle of a conversation with the editor in chief, who was urging me to post a story within the next 5 minutes. The Internet was out for about 40 minutes, and I signed back on to see angry messages from my superiors.
I went down and told my uncle that I really need to move out so that these things don't happen while I'm trying to work. (He owes me 2,000 dollars from my grandma's will, and he knows I need that money to move out). So I told him I'd need it asap, after he had earlier told me he was going to hang on to it until I need it.
His response? Was to tell me I waste money and can't be trusted with it, then to disparage me for "all the Amazon packages" sent here, which he sees as me wasting money. I order all my baby's foods and supplies through Amazon, everything from nursing vitamins to baby cereals to wipes and diapers. And yes, I spend a lot on purchases -- FOR MY CHILD. To have this middle-aged sleaze of a man talking down to me, at the age of 32, after I have survived on my own in a foreign country for a decade, was the final straw for me.
He then accused me of being a drama queen, which is a huge trigger for me. Yes, I'm a drama queen because I am hanging on by a thread, literally, and struggling to take care of a child entirely on my own. I'm being dramatic because I don't want to lose my job when I'm the sole breadwinner and am barely surviving? That's dramatic?
I am so f*cking sick of this. I have started packing up my things and am moving out today, though I don't know where to. I may very well just go back to Ukraine. I have now remembered why I left my family in the first place.
(There is a lot of other stuff to this story, but I am so angry I can barely type. This family has consistently been beyond awful to me, yet they think they are somehow being supportive. By throwing out my belongings, by jeopardizing my job. And any time I dare speak up, I'm told i'm being a drama queen.)