I just watched some home movies sent to me by my oldest and dearest friend. Whom I met in 2nd grade and knew for 9 years and haven't seen for about 3 and a half decades.
I wish I could go back in time so I could have a childhood. Rather than being the youngest one in a dysfunctional family who got stuck with managing the dirty work.
I managed a bi-polar, manic-depressive mother and cooked the family meals when she was in the low troughs of her mood swing.....3 or 4 times a year. Which amounted to about half the cooking.
And I'm still managing what's left of the family. Dad's been dead 12 years and my 2 older brothers are long gone and avoid the family home. So there's just 2 of us here.
I wish I had a real life. Currently I have a bit of anger. Which I feel remorseful about. I'm managing, and I'm worried, and I'm tired of managing and I wish I had a bit of help but there's never been anyone to help and I'm tired of that too.
But I'm coping and I'll just keep on coping. So it's OK.
Sorry for the rant.