5 Feet of Fury

So apparently it’s not enough that we put our lives on hold to care for elderly parents

We also supposed to pretend we’re happy about it?

This is the message I’m getting from the “conservative” response to the woman who she wished her 91-year-old half-crazy, demanding, diaper wearing dad would die already.

Question:

Did any of the old people some of us are/have been stuck with have to look after THEIR parents the same way?

Nope.

Because their parents very likely died faster, like people did in the old days before we got the brilliant idea to spend half a million dollars (each) to keep falling-apart octogenarians “alive” for another five to ten miserable, pain filled years.

It’s one thing if your parents were loving, generous people who stayed together, put you through law school, kept you safe and made you feel wanted.

But where I grew up, people had accidents kids so they’d have someone to go out and buy cigarettes for them when they were too drunk to get off the couch.

I almost lost my sanity and my career (and therefore, my apartment, my credit score, etc) running back and forth to another city to look after my mother and my grandmother at the same time.

Not all of us female urban dwellers necessarily have husbands or cars (or money for gas we hadn’t budgeted for) or understanding colleagues or government/union-shop jobs for life.  Your employers and clients quickly come to see you as “the girl with all the problems.”

Some of us (not me) have kids of our own — and can’t afford nannies or daycare.

And not all of us like our relatives one whole hell of a lot.

Not all of us females have the nurturing gene (see “drunk on the couch” above, and “retarded extended family of fat losers” and “alcoholic pervert stepfather” elsewhere…)

Funny how Bill Gates and Steve Jobs and James Joyce and Albert *ucking Einstein didn’t have to change their mothers diapers!

Forgive us for not living up to your smug middle class, Hallmark Movie of the Week idea of how “families” should be.

This movie was two hours long. It was my life for a couple of years — without the fancy house, either. (Or the “understanding” boyfriend. Who, by the way, dumps her anyway because, hey, she wasn’t around much anymore! Awesome! And the father in this movie is an adulterous selfish dick. Oddly enough!)

So *uck off.