The fairy tale and the real world
We'd move to Florida
We'd have family to help us and provide support for our issues
We'd have them around the dinner table often
We'd do things together, visit theme parks, zoos, tourist sites
We are the caretakers of ALL
We are watching someone slowly die because they think it is too hard to take care of themselves
We don't get a break
We never have people to our house
We are constantly bailing out others of their frequent crises (but don't get the same in return)
Frankly, it fucking sucks. I am tired of it. I wrote a long post, but the party it is directed at probably won't listen to the blunt message contained in it, even though she reads the blog every morning.
I feel like Ed and I never catch a damn break...when do we get our fairy tale, our vacation cruise, our disney passes, our company, our relief?
The question is, do I give up trying to make a difference, or do I post a message that is long overdue? Or do I tell someone to stop reading the damn blog because I am tired of censoring myself? (and Donna and Joyce are probably tired of hearing all that I want to write, but don't)
Your opinions are appreciated and encouraged here.
**In the interim, I'm putting it on the myspace page. If you're already on there as a friend, you'll find it. If not, email me and I can add you on. It may or may not end up over here, too-that's why I'm putting it over there.