My sister and I had opposite childhoods. Because she got to live with our lenient father, and I got stuck with my “clueless” mother and tyrant stepfather. While she was skipping school and smoking weed with her friends I was doing hours of homework with no time for my friends and having my things taken away for the slightest of transgressions, and also being physically abused for stepping out of line. She had it easy. And I’m not mad at her for that. What makes me mad is this. I took my 20s to get all of that pent up need for excitement out. I partied, I smoked weed. I drank. I was just generally having a blast living out my extended childhood. And she’s gotten mad at me for not “growing up” and it just makes me so angry that she has that attitude. Like mf, you had the ability to be a kid and do whatever you wanted consequence free whereas I was a prisoner in my own home. I’m sorry if I’m just trying to get my time back while I can. Atleast I didn’t get knocked up or knock someone else up and marry someone out of wedlock. Like she acts like she so superior to me. And it’s unfair. I went through hell to get to where I am, she was on easy street her whole life till she got pregnant and grew up herself. It’s just such bs. And I’ve had this conversation with her, albeit I was drunk and slightly less nice about it. Which apparently made her cry and her husband was going to kill me over it. Idc. She doesn’t get to judge me. No one does honestly. When I turn 30, something I’ve decided will happen, I will grow up. Because that will precisely put me at the time I’ve lost. Until then (two more years) I will continue to party and have fun. And anyone that stands in my way of happiness will get blasted into oblivion. I’ve earned this.