My father will be 87 next year. He’s gotten himself into a situation where he no longer has any financial independence. In December 2023,I went to where he was and brought him to my home without any idea of what was going to happen next, just a sinking resentful feeling growing in my belly.
I’ve been writing down my feelings as a way to give myself relief. I had forgotten about my WordPress subscription until it renewed itself this week. I decided to share my thoughts and feelings here, like a digital message in a bottle. This is my therapy.
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