After a traumatic brush with death, I decided to take a long overdue look at my life. I quit my high-stress job and went to connect back to my roots. I moved home, have started seeing a counselor, and took up volunteering. My finances are large and stable. I have passive income from renting out my old home and living with my parents. Only my siblings seem to assume I only exist now to be the personal chauffeur for their children. I am doing “nothing,” so I can take my nephew to soccer, my niece to dance, and do all the school drop-off and pick-ups at the drop of a hat. Neither of my parents can drive well but get stressed if I refuse, and then tell my siblings they will do it instead. So I get guilted into going. My siblings know exactly what they are doing.
They never asked our parents for all these rides until I moved in. I am trying to rebuild my life here, and my siblings are just trying to get something out of it. It is straining my relationships with my entire family. I feel I am talking to brick walls.
—Where Is My Village