It’s like a nightmare you can’t wake up from.
I should buy a counter to see how many steps I take per day.....fetching meals, coffee, mail, magazines, trips to Walmart, groceries, laundry, taking out garbage, cleaning bathrooms- kitchen- living room- etc-etc......
The demands, requests are endless...
Out of 10 aunts and uncles plus their spouses (that would make 20), I have the last living one.
The older they get, the more helpless they become....
You May ask, shouldn’t I feel lucky?
In a word, No.
She sucked the life out of me as far back as I can remember....1962.
Selfish, demanding, pouty, silent treatment...you name it.
My 2 older brothers moved far, far away.
Not their problem.
Scapegoat with an “S” on her forehead....it’s always been there.
I feel better.......:)