RevDrucifer
Well-Known Member
This reminds me of the number of times as a kid I'd be left in a drooling, tear-filled state and mom would "make it better" by telling me he had a rough childhood so I can't blame him for it.
Sometimes I wonder why I try so damned hard now.
Mom's going into in-patient rebab/physical therapy. And I need to coordinate with her roommates, who never pick up a god damned phone, on getting her a bunch of stuff for her longer stay at the hospital. And if I just show up, chances are better than 50% that roommate number one will be passed out drunk somewhere on the other end of the house, and roommate two will be downstairs with the headphones blasting "working" and not hear the door.
I do get tired of the expectation of "Just take care of things" placed on my shoulders, but even more tired of the fact that when I step up and actually do take care of things, I've got somebody at home ready to tell me what a doormat I am for trying to take care of my elderly parents.
That doesn’t sound like a healthy situation, man. I hope you find whatever answers you need to see your way out of it or can change it to a healthy one.