I’m not bad and I’m not selfish. We have lost our foundation. I’m just constantly trying to fill that gap in with anything that I can find. I’m trying to fix our cohesion. I’m trying to make us a sound family. I desperately want to know too where my faults lie. Just because I try to impose the rules we had earlier, doesn’t mean I’m a dictator.
I’m so tired of being misunderstood. I just want to fix everything. I want to make us all each other’s best friends instead of merely material to be ranted to other best friends.
I don’t know what to do. If I stop I’ll feel guilty for not trying my best. If I don’t then they’re going to ruin me.
I don’t know what to do. Going through with this is the right thing to do- as a daughter, sister, person. But the selfish choice would be to back off, let the whole family fall apart.
They think I’m selfish. But I make the right choice everyday.
In this case, the right choice and the selfish choice are mutually exclusive of each other.
- an excerpt from a fictional story I wrote called No