I don’t know what to do about my family. My kids. I don’t have them anymore, but it’s not because of me or them, it’s all stupid and twisting my guts to death.
My home is my home and it’s getting empty every other week and it’s never full except for when some of them that aren’t here officially come back for a bit.
I need this environment with my family or I’m going to pieces.
When I grew up all my sisters had moved away to other parts of the country. I knew my own family would be close-knit and live and work in the area we settled in, which was here in 1997.
The way of it is for fraught. I have no car, I have no money, I have no one.
Thing is I don’t want anyone, I want my family. To be able to see them more than blah blah blah a year, I don’t want to leave my homestead. I hate travel anymore. My home is my home.
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