first off, for those here who don't know me personally, i have the unenviable task of having to look after my father who - in the last 11 years has suffered a heart attack, a stroke, heart surgery and at least two bouts of cancer, as well as the premature death of his wife, my mum, to cancer - is confined to a wheelchair.
at 24, living at home to look after my dad full-time isn't exactly what i had in mind, but you gotta do what you gotta do, right? my older brother lives right next door and helps out plenty as well. my twin bro lives ten minutes down the road and pitches in "when he can" around four nights of work.
i myself only have one shift of work a week and the rest is pretty well devoted to looking after dad. i just manage to get by financially thanks to the government who give me 100 bucks a fortnight (wow!). my one shift also occurs at the same time my twin bro works, and he is unwilling to forego that shift and look after dad so i can work.
my older bro is leaving for california on friday where he'll be for three weeks. my twin bro obviously is asked to step up and pitch in a bit more to help me, even if it means missing a shift of work. so what does he do? he gets another job where he does day shifts before going to his real job at night, likely working six days and/or nights a week. what the FUCK, cunt head??
this is the same cuntish bro who has had four fucking trips (to sydney, perth, queensland and mauritius) in the last twelve months since dad's been out of hospital, while i've had a single weekend off to a music festival last fucking december. where's my motherfucking respite?? where's my time to relax??
edit: sorry for the long post. it seems the angrier you are, the longer you are willing to rant.


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