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Family – Part 2

Published February 25, 2019 by helentastic67

Family Part 2

Family Part 2

So, it is to say, I think health issues, brain injury, disability, all of it takes a toll on families. I’m lucky, I still have both parents, however my relationship is different with both.

Takes a toll 1

Divorced how for over twenty-five years, my mum will drop everything and has to come and be with me, sit by my bedside, drive me all over the place, move me countless times and on one occasion even shower me. (Yeah! Yet to write about how that came to happen) Yet my father whom I love, I have to guilt him into helping me, which is usually in the form of well, most recently, bond, removalist costs. So, nothing to sneeze at, but guilt into helping me.

Guilt trip

I also have two sisters (surviving), one older and another sister much younger. Despite the closeness in age between my older sister and myself (two years) we don’t see each other often and the two times in my twenties we lived together has put a wedge between us.

Sisters living together 1

My younger sister is almost sixteen years younger and keeping in mind she was young, I changed her nappies and as a youngster our experiences as siblings as children and “whatever” we have all had very different experiences.

Changing nappies

My younger sister, you could say has been raised by a single parent with older Aunties (I’m the cool one, of course). Also, I’m the second child, a confused second child, as when I was eight (exactly) my younger sister was born and died fifteen months later. After being the second child again, I was the middle child again, at almost sixteen, hence the confusion.

Second born

Roadkill

Published September 14, 2018 by helentastic67

roadkill

Roadkill

OK! While I’m writing this straight after I’ve written my “why I blog post” where I mentioned “Roadkill”. That post jumped the queue and now we have resumed our normal programming.

Back to normal program

To all the single ladies, past, present and future. Roadkill is that term I have for when being single gets monotonous and in order to not being alone or ‘so-alone’ we drop our perceived standards of who is acceptable to date.

Single ladies

I’m not at all suggesting, we only want to date millionaires with boats (sorry yachts) or a castle (it’s never too late) however.

Millionaire

No job, no car, no home, no furniture? (ok that’s a work-around) however.

Our mentality is, we see them by the side of the road with a broken leg or completely flattened and smeared all over the road (Just got ‘dark’ didn’t it?) and the nurturing part of us thinks.

Roadkill 1

“It’s OK, with a little TLC (tender loving care) and a little work, he will scrub up OK.”

TLC

You can help them get a job, get a care, etc…

Eventually, they are fixed enough to take them home to meet your mum. You follow? Yeah No!

Helen does not do Roadkill anymore!

No More Roadkill

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