Alright. I was born in a small town and moved to a city when I was 9. I've had the same friends for the past 11 years. My mom, her boyfriend, her farm, my horses. We were all quite comfortable. Well last year I got a call from my dad. He's 60 and he has a lot of health problems. I have 2 older brothers and an older sister that all have their own families (apparently horses and dogs don't count) so I was the one that was chosen to come work for my dad. This is all fine and dandy except my father crabs for a living. 10 hours a day of heavy lifting, bending over, sorting, getting wet, heat, cold, etc. I was 120 pounds with a nice womanly shape. I dropped to 110 and look like a 14 year old boy with abs and veins in my arms. Bleh. Ok. I can deal with that. What I can't deal with is that I was NOT getting paid because my father said he was about to loose the house!..yet. He hired my brother and paid him $500 a week cash! Ok ok. He needed the money. I understand my dad was helping my brother. But do you think I could have gotten on single thank you for turning my life upsidedown? No of course not. And when I had a mental breakdown and mentioned it...I got snapped at. I figured once the season ended I would got a winter job. Well, in response to my breakdown my dad gets me a job as a waitress. One month before the season ended. So I'm like...why do you need me here again? I don't mind my current occupation, it's a fun job. Okay money. But of course there's a problem with it- I like one of my coworkers. Go me. I feel so unappreciated by my father, I didn't even get a thank you for moving down here, and I want to move back so badly. But I can't leave him to do all this hard work alone. I only have one more cabling season left (April-November 2013 and maybe a few months of 2014 because who knows how long it'll take my dad to get s.s.)
And my dad isn't the only one...my uncles are ridiculous. When I first came down I brought my horse. They told me that while I was down here helping my dad I could use their 30 acre field however I wanted to. I quote 'fence the whole thing in for all I care'. So I get about 1/3 of it fenced in and work on making it a half of the field and they go...'oh no, you can't do that' I'm flipping sorry but I have 3 **** horses to feed! They need grass!! So I'm now taking up the fence I JUST put in and moving it into a L shape instead of a straight line...as they instructed. Now they're complaining about me having 3 horses because I only started out with one. By the way...they never tell me anything direct even though I made it a point to give them my cell phone #. They tell my dad or my brother who don't always pass the message on! I also asked them if they minded that I get another horse. Answer was 'no, I don't mind, do whatever'.