Am I the asshole? I lived in a crappy apartment with my disabled Mom, who I take care of. We had a crazy neighbor who decided to threaten to kill us so we packed up and moved to my Mom's sister's house. Now my Aunt is messy, like filthy, rotting food on the counters, toilet unflushed, garbage everywhere, never washes her hands. She isn't a hoarder she just doesn't seem to notice or care. Her granddaughter has lived with her most if her life since my cousin died and the girl's mom is a deadbeat. My little cousin is a brat with a capital B, and as messy as her grandmother. She will spill ice cream and when asked to clean it say no S (me) will clean it up, it drives me nuts. Both sides of my family have mental health issues which are prone to blossom in women in their early twenties and I have been going through hell with it. I almost did myself in last October and my Mom and my Aunt were there for me to keep me going and now my work has cut my hours in half . So my Aunt came up with the idea that instead of paying rent to live in her half finished basement, I can just keep the house clean for her. It's making me so resentful and angry. My Mom can't really clean up after herself but at least she tries, my Aunt and cousin have no excuse they are just gross. I will clean the place just about spotless but still there will always be something she finds fault with. The pillows on the couch aren't arranged properly, I load the dishwasher incorrectly, anything of mine or my mother's being visible is not acceptable. Yet when I moved in you couldn't sit on the couch and the sink was always full and smelled like death. I know I should be thankful, I have a free roof over my head even if it is an unfinished basement room. She didn't have to help us, she did it out of the kindness of her heart, she could have insisted I still pay rent but she didn't. I used to clean the place like it was my job but I just care less and less. It's starting to look bad and I'm hurting no one but myself and my mom. I can just hardly stand to be out of my room most of the time anymore. The complaints hurt as I'm doing my best and I am starting to feel more like a maid than a member of the family. I feel awful that I am so ungrateful, I feel like I should be happy for what I have been given but I'm just mad and not sure if I have a right to be.