I shouldn’t let it upset me. But when someone outright lies and expects me to believe it, it bothers me.
I miss my mother. It doesn’t get easier, the pain just gets duller. I think about her every day, her and Poppa, I miss them both so much. When someone complains about taking care of a parent, I just want to scream. I would give almost anything to be able to cook a meal for my parents, bring them their meds, wait on them. And you dare complain?

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