This is where I am mostly. I almost never say NO. I cannot. I feel like, if I do, then who will help?
When folks are done with you, they are done. And if family isn’t loyal, then the legs one walks on are constant pegs; unsteady, unsure.
My Mom calls me up when there is trouble, when something is awry. No one handles it on their own, not without my consent. Some days, I do not want the grunt of it all, because I barely live how I want to LIVE, but most days, I am strong enough to carry on without even blinking an eye and there is satisfaction in their happiness.
You are their shoulders.
They can lean on you.
And, Thin Man, that is highly admirable and honorable. Thank you for sharing.