What About Me?

Well, it has been a week and a half since my brother said he would give me money to help with groceries and buying things for my parents to eat for lunch. It has been two weeks since their caregiver has been paid. It has been three months since I had a single day in which I was not responsible for taking care of my parents. My birthday is in a week and one day and the original plan was to go to Santa Barbara, but I cannot afford to do what I would like to do because all of my resources have gone into caring for my three children and my two parents all by myself.

Meanwhile, my brother is living it up on the river, riding a boat, enjoying some R&R. Must be nice.

This is the type of thing that breaks families apart. When you have parents that need constant care as ours do, it is the responsibility of all of the kids to pitch in and see to it that their needs are met. After all, assuming that once had halfway decent parents, they did the same for us at one point. The entire responsibility should not fall upon one person, particularly when that one person is a single mother of three. My brother is not being fair in this matter.

I plan to go to Los Angeles next weekend instead. Santa Barbara has not been cancelled; only postponed. To be fair, I have gone to Santa Barbara for the past three years running. Missing it this year is not the end of the world, and I do like Los Angeles, particularly Little Tokyo and the Arts District. I will have fun there. He will not ruin this for me. I will cut him (j/k).