No Fun

by Charity

[Posted to a forum friend who suggested that we try to do something fun on the weekend.]

But we have too much to do around the house to prepare for an eventual move. Plus we have to visit with our disabled brother, who we check in on weekly.

We dread those visits. If we wanted to spend time checking up on a family member, we would have had children of our own. This may sound heartless, but it's how we feel. Especially given that we also spent four and a half years helping to take care of our father when his health declined. And we're entitled to our feelings.

Nobody took care of us emotionally. We have nothing to give; our reservoir is drought-level dry. So we isolate and feel alone and stuck. No fun for us until we can fix up our messed-up life.