In my house there is a definate pecking order. First there's My best pal's bf, he doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want to. Then there's my best gal pal, she's the dictator of the house, because without her, no decisions would ever be made. Then there's my bf, he's moving out in a few days, but he pays more rent than me, so he gets next priority. Then there's me, bottom of the totem pole. I am the one who does all the behind the scenes stuff. I am the one who does ALL the cleaning, all the waiting on them hand and foot, all the morning prep, and quite a bit of the cooking unless my gal pal wants to cook that evening to impress her man. I am ordered around, called like a dog, and expected to enjoy this behavior. I am expected to work and pay my share of the rent to be treated in such a way. I just don't know if I am a good enough woman to handle it all. I am expected to wait up for my bf until all hours of the night for him to get home, to have to wake up early to do it all over again. I just don't know how much more I can take b4 I explode. My life just is not cool right now. I feel like no one cares about my feelings or respects me in the slightest. I admit, I am at my wits end, and don't know what to do about it, and I admit, I feel as though I should be sorry for it.