I would put you in a home if I could right now. That is what I said to my mother last night after her yammering for more than an hour and having my husband tell me that this is not the life he wanted to live.
Did I mean it? When I said it I will admit I did, or at least part of me did. I get so tired of everyone wanting something and nobody getting anything. I want my life back, I want to have fun without having to worry that I need to get home to give my mom her medication because no one else can do it. I know I sound selfish, but come on, it’s been 7 years.
When will it be my turn? And what will I think about when my turn finally comes?
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