The way it is according to moi

​ Oh no people! I had other things I wanted to talk about today but this entry has been trumped by recent events. My sister called my mom over to her place and asked my mom to drive her to the ER of the local psych hospital. This is good, this is also sad.  Sad for so so many reason. (PS. Please skip this entry if it’s too triggering) I apologise now for going off tangent.  Over a decade ago in the UK I had a male friend who was not doing well at all. He was in a UK psych ward. When the staff were looking he managed to take his own life.  As per the hospital where my sister is at. We once had a family friend whose adult son was not doing well. He was going to the psych hospital daily for treatment but really needed to be an inpatient. They didn’t have the space to keep him in. Sadly one evening at home, he took his life.  I have strong feelings about the Hospital where my sister is at. Where to start…. My first job at 16 was at McDonalds. I worked a lot despite being...

​ Hi friends, I’ve missed you.   Let’s start with more thoughts on my last entry and an update on my sister. She has been back to work for 3 days and is now signed off for a month due to poor mental health. This is sad but not unexpected. (See behaviour in previous blog entries). I canned my dad and explained how he needs to lay off her. He doesn’t mean to, he just comes from a different generation and mentally. While he was married it was my mom who would do it all for him. Then I stupidly took that mantle on, before jumping ship to the UK. For years sister lived away but has been back for the last 3 years. Regardless of my dad asking for help, my family have had zero boundaries. It’s why it’s a mess. Now I thrive in my boundaries.  Also going back to the last entry, please can everyone go read Notes on Being a Man by Scott Galloway. It’s a mix of a memoir, his thought and advice. It also had lots of statics too. Scott has 2 sons, when the family have guests staying over, the...

​ Woah 😦 Fuck! Breakfast was HARD Let’s get real. I’ve mentioned that my sisters mental health is BAD. Folks it not getting any better.  She is so deeply intertwined in both my parents health. It’s almost obsessive. Then the parents do what they want and she (sisiter) takes it all on.  Let’s give examples. My brother likes to remind me that twice he has found my dad’s underwear in the bathroom after being hand washed.  Whoopdidoo! Who cares! Can’t we be content enough that my dad washed his pants (undies for the North Americans). That he has enough awarnesss to do that. That he’s not waking around with skid marks in his pants.  This morning the man asked the waiter for prune juice    🥤. God forbid he ordered prune juice and end everyone leaves him the fuck alone. But no… hello no! My sister was busting his chops immediately. She was going on and on about his diet and reminding him how on the way to the airport, they had to make a pit stop so my dad could ...

​ Today has been a lot harder for no particular reason other than it’s a lot. It makes me think of life partners and spouses. Finding a person who you can be with at the same time is not actually doing things. I see so many couples that keep so busy, that that’s the way they survive. I also think it’s why some people stay together. They know how to live with that other person, and any change is too much. They aren’t always happier but the change is a step too far.   I’m digressing and going on a tangent.  Several hours later. I’ll give you bulet points  my mom pre paid for a photo package of 20 digital prints. 154 pictures were taken, I gave up helping them choose. My mom paid so really I think her say is good enough. My dad was melting on the outdoor decks and near the pool. He then went to change and came back in some questionable shorts. I asked him why he didn’t wear swimming shorts / trunks and he said he didn’t want to go into the water. Fair enough. Then he said, I...