Can I give you some of my testimony? I grew up as the "second prince," you know the second son among four siblings two sons, two daughters. My mother never wanted me. She even told me to my face that if abortion had been legal she would have gotten an abortion. All through my life, while I was never abused, and there was always food on the table, I was always stuck with the scut work--washing the dishes, (I began at 7) doing laundry (age 11) things like that.
When I grew up, my dad owned a jewelry store, plus he did repairs for the other stores in town. Guess who got stuck polishing the jewelry after it was repaired. It is the nastiest, dirtiest job there is in the jewelry field. Then I would have to clean the jewelry, wrap it in a tissue paper, put it back in the envelope it came in, and finally deliver to the other jewelers. And that was EVERY day, not just once or twice a week. I lived at home, because they didn't pay me. NOTHING AT ALL! If I called in sick, I would be told, "be sick on your own time, we have work to do!" And again, all with no pay. Oh, and did I forget to tell you, when the repair work needed to be done, there was no such thing as closing at 5:00 in the afternoon. More times than I can remember, I was there until 10:00 or later.
So I found another job. It was something I could do, it was easy, and I was making money. One cold Monday morning, I was in the UP of Michigan, and it was snowing sideways. That's how fast the wind was blowing off of Lake Superior. Anyway, I bundled myself up and went out to lunch at the diner next door. I did a slip and fall, and I broke my knee, and tore the ACL. I tried to work for the rest of the day, but I couldn't. I called the company I was working for, and told them what had happened. A store employee drove me to my motel, where I called my parents, and told them what had happened. Two days later, they drove up from Chicago to get my car, and to get me home. I was laid up for the better part of four months, and when I told my boss that I was ready to come back to work, I was told that I didn't have a job. Anyway, the instant I got home from the accident, my dad asked me for money. $500. Unwillingly, I wrote him a check, and he went off to the wholesale part of town to buy supplies.
When I got the insurance settlement, I was asked for still more money. I finally had to sue the main company of the store I had been working in, and I got a nice payment back from them, minus, of course 33% legal fees. They hit me up for money another time.
One time, I had this really nice men's sapphire ring, in platinum, with diamonds. My sister stole it from me. I had several loose gemstones that I had bought, and my sister stole them from me too.
Now all this time, I was paying my share of the rent, car payments, insurance payments, the whole nine yards. While I was recovering from my broken knee, I BOUGHT a really nice dishwasher for my folks, just to be nice. It didn't matter.
When my mother died, dad and the siblings split up all of the jewelry that mom had owned. My brother and two sisters got all of the jewelry, and I got ONE Lladro china figurine. In other words, NOTHING!
I could go on for several more pages. I have forgiven them all. That is a weight I could no longer bear. My brother and sisters are still alive. Jack calls me on occasion. One sister still calls me once in a while. The Other sister hasn't spoken to me since Dad's funeral.
In other words, Far Side, you are not the only one. Try to bear up. Pay your fair share of the bills. Unless your dad is disabled, nag him to get a job. Ditto you're 19 year old brother. If you're making $500 a week, you can afford to be generous especially if you are living under their roof. Don't think yourself ill used, as I did for a long, long time.
Finally, the clearer you write, the clearer you think. Please don't use idk for I don't know, or any other texting shortcuts. I know it is more keystrokes, but unless you're being charged by the keystrokes, it isn't worth it. Most people here read English, so use standard English.
I say this so much.. but you would be surprised how many really don't know it. They say it...but dont know it. JESUS IS REAL! 
