Time Keeps on Slipping, Slipping, Slipping Into the Future...
Taking care of mom is hard enough in itself, but it’s putting my life on hold that bothers me the most. I’m not married, but I’m not single. I have someone waiting for me 300 miles away that I’m lucky to see twice a year. Only when my brother comes from out of state am I able to get away.
My partner also cares for an elderly parent, thus is also trapped unless someone volunteers to step in. This is my life that no one acknowledges. I moved in with mom when she was 90. She is now 98. They all tell me how “awesome” I am for taking care of mom.
I hate that word now. Not once have they ever talked about the 8-and-counting missed years of my life. They just assume that this is my life, as if by choice. In the meantime, my partner and I have aged 8 years!
Imagine what we are missing out on. This is the part they don’t get. This is the part that depresses me the most. The fact that they don’t see me as a person who has another life I’m waiting to live. How can they not see me in all this??