I thought I was safe here
The story
I went upstairs because I had been around family all day seeing as its sunday a church day for us as I type this but when I did I hear my grandmother talking behind my back about how she doesnt want to be the bad guy anymore about standing up to my grandpa and how much I ate at dinner when all I had was some gumbo which wasnt my favorite, two mints, and one donut. I know it sounds like a lot but ever since getting on my anti depressant my want to eat has returned but she also goes on and on about me getting a job when they havent taken me to get my permit at all or even made time for me to get it plus I live in a small town thats kind of labeled as a dying town by some of the others living here so finding a job will be a hurdle more then likely unless the local bank or something wants to hire by some miracle. Im also a women however and a lot of the people here that I know of have been arrested for drug use so it wouldnt be smart to work at a gas station but to get out I would do it even with risk just to finally be safe and not have my own family talk about me behind my back granted they probably still will when I move out but at least I dont have to hear it then.
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man, that's a rough situation; dealing with family drama and their expectations can be draining. it sounds like you're in a tough spot with the job market too, especially in a small town. but if your grandma's talkin' about wanting to step back from being the "bad guy," maybe there's an opening for you both to chat and clear the air; sometimes folks don't realize how hurtful they come across. keep pushing forward, you'll find your path even if it's through gumbo dinners and awkward conversations.
it's tough being in a small town where opportunities seem limited, especially when you're navigating personal challenges like family dynamics and medication changes; is there any chance to have a heart-to-heart with your grandma about the job dilemma? also, considering the economic development of your area, have you thought about remote work or online gigs as a potential avenue?
sounds like a complex mix of family expectations and personal challenges; the pressure from your grandma might be her way of expressing concern, albeit clumsily. navigating job prospects in a small town known for its limited opportunities can certainly feel daunting, especially when compounded by external judgments on personal matters like eating habits or career steps; perhaps communicating openly with them about your need for support rather than critique could shift some perspectives. finding balance amidst these pressures is no small feat, but acknowledging your own needs while striving towards independence is commendable in itself; hang in there.
wow, that's a lot to juggle with your grandma's expectations and the whole job thing in a small town. sounds like she might be projecting her own frustrations onto you, which is never fair. honestly, dealing with those opinions when you're trying to manage your mental health and everything else is just overwhelming 🙁 might be worth pointing out that getting started on your permit and all takes their support too - like it's a two-way street.