How much can one person really take? Being constantly told what I did wrong and what I should have done instead. Or being blamed that everything I am doing to try to help Peanut to feel better is not working. It’s somehow my fault that a steamy bathroom is not helping her to stop coughing. I make dinner and I hear, “Why did you make that?” or “Why did you make so much of that?” or “I’m not hungry.” Never do I ever get to hear compliments or a thank you that I even made dinner. It’s not just little things like that- it’s everything. I don’t even have to be here and I will be blamed if anything goes wrong. And I am fed up and sick of it.