Is anyone else just done raising people?

Men, I’m talking to you. Some of you expect us women to be your friends, your lovers, your housekeepers/cooks, your personal entertainment and your therapist. I’m done with that. I’ve been raising people since, well, basically since birth. A hugely disabled sister, a developmentally delayed and autistic brother, a disabled husband and an autistic child we’re fostering. I’m done with everyone else’s shit except my own.<br><br>We’re struggling right now, as I’ve had to take a break from work to look after our foster child full time. I’m tired of the screaming, the wiping of noses, the explaining of the same thing for the hundredth time, the cooking, the cleaning, the appointments and the constant behaviour issues. Frankly, I’m tired of the total lack of reciprocity. I’m done with people never answering me when I talk to them, I’m done with people threatening me, I’m done with people touching me and standing in my personal space. I’m done with people that can’t do a damned thing without me.<br><br>I love these people. But I’m done with them. I’m done with constantly being responsible for other people. It’s not fair that I always have to be the adult, that I always have to be the one to compromise and make an effort. I’d like someone to give me the emotional support and care that I give them, for once. I’d like to have a relationship with someone who can communicate properly and empathise properly, someone who can help me carry the load and give me a break when I need it.