She is responsible for her own undoing in My life

I get it: she isn’t dealt the best hands right now. I’m so grateful that I’m not the favorite child of my parents. When your parents do more harm than help, it’s better to not be the favorite child.

But I try so hard to help her. I really try so hard. She is a spoiled brat and to be frank, not that nice a person. I’m done. I do what I can and I’ll keep an emotional distance.

I did so much and I tried so hard, only for her to stab me over and over again.

But she is my blood and I am responsible. I have to forgive. I have to try.

But I can never be closed to her. And she is confused why I don’t want to open myself up to her. After all your abuses of me and you wonder that?

But she is a pitiful thing, and that’s why I help her in all the way I can.

Disgusting thing. If you want to throw away your life, who am I to stop you? You’re gonna throw away all my effort and money that I poured out to help you too, but who am I to complain? You don’t think shit about me, yet you blame me. You say I’m purposely being distant.

Why do I feel like no one in the world is on my side except my husband? Am I wrong?