I went out to lunch with a friend today and brought home a piece of cheesecake. While I was out I asked my family if they wanted anything from the restaurant TWICE and they said no. Later when I got home my mom picked at the cheesecake I had just put in the fridge and later my father complained that he never gets his own piece and then ate the best part of the cheesecake leaving me with sloppy seconds. I felt frustrated, angry, and then as though I could cry. I thought maybe I wanted to cry because it’s the principle because I really don’t care about the cheesecake. And no I’m not pregnant and I don’t have PMS. I wondered if there’s a deeper meaning behind my strong emotions. I’m someone who shares almost everything I have and without hesitation. I never ask for anything from anyone until they are angry with me for not speaking up. But this time was more personal for some reason.