Why Do I Always Have to Be the Bigger Person?

A close-up of a wooden desk with a coffee cup and a letter that reads “Dear Miss Edna, HELP!” representing the struggle of being a scapegoat.

I’ve spent my life being the ‘responsible one,’ the problem solver, the one who holds everything together while others take advantage—and somehow, I’m the bad guy if I don’t smile through it. My sister, my coworker… different people, same story. Miss Edna, how do I stop being everyone’s scapegoat without setting the world on fire?