I see my family as dead weight. Two unemployed siblings living at home, who refuse to change despite multiple chances. Two backward millionaire parents who stumbled their way to success and never praised any of their kids. I know I’m not perfect, but they’re always going from crisis to crisis.

Logically I know most of the misery in my life is from interacting with them and that I should cut them off. But the shame of such a thought feels worse.

I wish that they could all just die in an accident. I just want six months without a “family crisis”