“I’m trying hard to make you love me
But I don’t wanna try too hard
And I’m trying hard to take it lightly
But we’re here now.”— Broods, “Four Walls”
I have a cousin we named “Sue,” because she successfully sued lots of people and that money is now paying for her nursing-home care.
I know another person who flails their arms and screams, “Litigation!” on a dime.
Now we know where “A Boy Named Sue” originated!
In any event, this is stressing me out and I’ve been taking it out on Mom. More than usual.
She had a mini-stroke this morning as I was overreacting to something. And no, I still haven’t gotten her health care. So I have to leave her at home to go deal with Sue instead.
I used to love my life. I’m going to try very hard to remember those days to get me through.
I just know I’m going to lose my mom sooner rather than later, and I’m going to have a U-Haul and a Pod full of regret on how very wrongly I’ve felt compelled to invest my time while I had her.