It’s been a day. About 6 weeks ago I took a chunk out of my ankle. Today is the first time it didn’t hurt.

I went and did 2 rounds of frisbee golf. I go with my best friend, a brother from another mother. He is not doing so well.

He takes care of his autistic son and his mother who has Alzheimer’s. Every night  she asks when are we going home?

She’s in her home.

The things I’ve seen that I won’t speak about.

He’s as stressed as stressed gets and he’s the only one to take care of her as her son.

It’s why I dream of getting rich, so I can take care of him.

He’s what got me through taking care of my dad until he died. I loved my father, but I didn’t like him. My father was a narcissist.

I took care of him until died. I was protecting him from my sister. My sister is the kind of person that says it never happened even if there is factual evidence that it did.

My parents nearly lost my sister when she was 2. She got meningitis.

I was 6.

Since that, anything she ever needed/wanted she got.

My dad was driving an hour one way to pick her kids up and then driving a half hour to drop them off because they missed the bus.

At that time my dad had advanced stage Parkinsons. He had had a surgery that put two electrodes in his brain. This was to control the tremors.

He shouldn’t have been driving, much less driving and hour and a half one way.

This is what I walked into in taking care of my dad.

I can’t even begin to explain the amount of abuse I took from my dad, my mom, and my sister while taking care of my dad for the 7 years of his life.

My brother let me come hangout at his place nearly daily. He heard it all.

Things I don’t talk about anymore because I forgive so that I can build peace within.

But this is why I will always be there when my brother needs me.

Hell of a commercial break huh?