Yesterday this aunt called. She also called about a year ago with the same request, that I make space in my 1bd apartment that I already share with my BF. She says it's my responsibility to take care of my mentally ill, homeless brother. Our grandparents raised us, our mother lives in a halfway home and our father can barely take care of himself.

He has already lived with 4 uncles, 1 aunt, and my dad unsuccessfully, as well as in a boy's home for ones with mental illness. One uncle has tried to set him up with the same boy's home again. All my brother has to do is go to 10 meetings, where they also feed him breakfast and lunch. So far he's shown up to none. He is 23 years old.

My aunt only talks to me to guilt trip me and I feel very bad. I have GAD and have had major depression to the point where it's compromised my position at work. I feel like I'm barely managing my own life, just skirting by, living paycheck to paycheck and in debt, and yet she doesn't respect these things nor consider that my own mental health is fragile as well, albiet not as drastic as my brother's diagnosis or schizoaffective disorder. However I take meds whereas he refuses to. Bleh