I just feel like screaming — right now, at 2 AM, staring at Dad’s bank statements and these damn medical bills. The siblings, bless their hearts (they *know* he’s not doing well), never offer a hand — not a single call about the finances, not ever. I’m the youngest, barely out of college, and somehow *I’m* the one managing everything, every penny, every little thing for him... they’re all just out there living their lives, doing whatever, while I’m stuck here, always the responsible one, in this tiny town where everyone knows my business anyway. It’s just so much. It’s too much. And I’m just SO MAD.
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