Right now with very few exceptions I am holding a lot of anger and rage at anyone who is healthy, older than 26, has a child, has a partner, has a job, has any kind of future. Who has a completely filling and 'done' life by 30?
I will never know what it is really like to be a man. I can imagine, but I don't really get it.
People who are not living with a young, dying person, or not living and caring for someone with a severe brain disorder/trauma/disease... they just don't.get.it.
He doesn't have time. Or a child. Or a job, or much of a long term future at all. We can barely afford chemo and medicines and co-pays, so he really doesn't have much material to hang on to.
All he has are words and memories.
And he's had yet another day of that robbed. As have I.
I'm just sad and tired of it all. I know there are good people out there in the world, but why do the awful humans have to be so loud?