I really don’t get it anymore. I work with my brother and father. I got two hours of sleep last night and i’m sick with a cold or something. I feel like shit and can only work half the speed I usually can. It’s getting towards the end of the day and I’m starting to get spiraling thoughts. I don’t want to be here, I truly hate this job, I hate my brother, why am I here I don’t want to be here. My dad asks me whats wrong because i’m staring dead-eyed at the floor. I say i’m fine and my brother chimes in asking what’s wrong. Literally every time he asks, and I answer honestly, he says “you’re fiiiine.” He blows it off like I should just toughen up. He isn’t honest about it either. He gives an almost comical expression of concern like he’s mocking me, casting his bait, just to dismiss whatever I say. I just ended up staring daggers at him and saying nothing’s wrong. 

What do I even do about this? I genuinely feel like they just pretend to care to get me to keep working. I guess it makes sense, they want to keep me from curling up and giving up, but at the same time it seems so insensitive and manipulative. I can’t tell how shallow their feelings are. My dad asks me softly what’s wrong, seemingly like he cares, but stays silent when my brother says his ignorant piece. What do I do? How do I respond to “what’s wrong?” when I just want to go home and curl up in bed?