I know I need to be concerned about my recovery but my family is a walking soap opera. When I married my DH he had 2 sons ages 5 and 7, they are now 20 and 23 and are both in a contant state of "drama". Fortunetley, the younger kids, 10 and 13, are doing great (which is alittle unusual) but I am not complaining,lol.
To make a long story short, they both have histories of drug use and illegal activity. They both have babies that they are very ill equiped to care for. Thats how I turned into a 33 year old Granny. Neither of them can hold a job. The younger of the 2 missed the birth of his son because he is incarcerated. Every other day he calls and begs for money. We have now been asked to care for the underage girlfriend and the baby. Of course I want to and cant seem to say no.
I also care for my 27 year old brother, he has a movment disorder that makes him unable to walk or hold a job. He is able to do basic adl's, but we do everything else.
Between, the older kids, money, family and my rehab. from surgery, I think my brain is about ready to explode! I know it could be much, much worse. I am very thankful to have a supportive DH, he tries his best to take care of things. I just feel like I am alone here. Harping on everything all day long. I kind of got myself into a pitty me party, I guess. Why cant I get over it?
Thanks for letting me vent here.