Is there such a thing as being too dependable?
I think there is.
When you become the person who gets things done efficiently, consistently, and without complaining people start to automatically think of you whenever they need something. Need a favor? Call her. Need something fixed? Call her. Need someone to clean up a mess? Call her. Need someone to take responsibility? Somehow, call her.
And before you know it, being dependable has turned into people believing you owe them.
What makes it worse is when those same people don’t give you the same consideration, support, or loyalty in return. They simply expect it because you’re family.
I’ve learned something that took me a long time to accept: sometimes strangers will treat you better than people who share your blood.
I’ve also learned what it feels like to become the family scapegoat.
Somehow, I became the person blamed for decisions other people made—even when I wasn’t there when those decisions were made.
They would say, “It’s your fault this happened.”
And to this day, I still shake my head because I wasn’t even in the vicinity when the decision was made. I didn’t make the choice. I didn’t have a vote. Yet somehow, when things went wrong, my name found its way into the blame.
Why?
Because somebody needed someone to blame.
And sometimes, the easiest person to blame is the person who has spent their entire life being dependable.
But one of the hardest lessons I’ve had to learn is this:
Being dependable does not make you responsible for everyone else’s decisions.
And let me take that a step further.
I’ve actually been told that it was my fault that my mother married a man and had three children with him and that he ultimately became an abuser.
Let’s be honest about something.
Yes, when I was nine years old, I made a terrible decision involving my little brother. I put his arm in a dryer, and he broke his arm. I was a child, I was wrong, and as an adult, I acknowledged that to my brother and apologized to him.
But that does not mean I was responsible for the choices my mother made as an adult.
My mother met that man in an emergency room. She made the decision to marry him. She made the decision to have children with him.
Those were her adult decisions.
I was a child.
I could not control who my mother married. I could not control how another adult behaved. And I certainly could not control whether someone chose to become abusive.
That distinction matters.
Because sometimes people will take something you did, something you didn’t do, or something that happened around you and build an entire narrative around it so they don’t have to face the truth about their own choices.
Don’t let somebody else’s guilt become your identity.
Don’t allow people to rewrite history and make you the reason their decisions failed.
You can acknowledge the mistakes you actually made without accepting responsibility for things you had absolutely no control over.
That’s called accountability.
And accountability goes both ways.
I can say, “I was wrong for what I did when I was nine.”
But I can also say, “I was not responsible for the choices adults made afterward.”
Both statements can be true.
So, Sis, if you’ve spent your life being Miss Dependable, remember this:
You can help people without becoming responsible for them.
You can love your family without carrying their consequences.
You can acknowledge your mistakes without accepting blame for someone else’s.
And you can finally stop allowing people to hand you the bill for choices you never made.
Being dependable is a beautiful quality.
Being everyone’s scapegoat is not.
Know the difference.
I’m just sayin’, Sis.
Signing off.