[EverAshwood]

Within months of moving back in with my parents, I had to stop doing laundry on "my day" since no one else had an assigned day and did all their laundry on mine. Literally every week for months.

Now, a year later, I'm an asshole for wanting to get literally any laundry done. My brother's girlfriend does laundry literally EVERY day, which makes it impossible to do mine now that the dryer is broken (since her clothes CONSTANTLY cover the... drying tree? Clothesline collapsable? In the backyard). I called her out on it, but since her and my brother can make their claims louder than me, I'm a liar and an asshole. With 5 bags of dirty laundry, stuck in my dirty clothes. I can't even take a shower because I'd just be putting fucking dirty clothes on. I just keep fucking breaking down crying because I can't fucking do anything about it, I can't even afford to go to the coin wash down the road.
Like seriously don't underestimate how much your personal hygiene can affect your mental health because honestly it makes me wanna fucking die half the time


Edit: and... i just got apologized to?? That doesn't happen in my house, thats... anxiety inducing... but I'll hopefully be able to do laundry tomorrow..?