I am not a hard person to figure out. Like Pop Eye the Sailor Man says, "I yam what I yam" and the only thing that I would change about me is my weight. Other than that, I believe that I am a pretty good person. There are three things about my personality that I probably should change but if I did, it would change me.
1. I am sometimes too nice.
2. I don't like to hurt others' feelings.
3. I can't hold my feelings back: It is difficult for me to hold my feelings back, I feel like I am suffocating if I keep my feelings in when I think I have something important to say.
There is one thing that bothers me terribly.
1. The unconcerned attitude of some of my siblings.
My parents are my heart and soul. I love them wholehearted. My dad was an excellent provider. But he is from the era when companies for uneducated workers provided mediocre retirement benefits. As children & teens my siblings and I never wanted for anything. We had the clothes, cars and a mother who participated in all of our school activities, while dad worked two jobs.
My 73 year old dad retired and lived well from savings, and a lump size retirement plan. He retired at 65. So for eight years, dad lived well, never needing anything.
My parents are best friends, divorcing after 33 years, a divorce that should have never happened, but that's a long story. But they help each other financially and emotionally. People think they are still married. They just live in two different houses.
Occasionally dad needs help because prior to retirement, he bought a large beautiful home. To me, not a good decision, but he was grown. Eight years after retirement, dad struggles occasionally with very high utility bills, car repairs and the high cost of medicine. He was very healthy when he retired so he didn't anticipate having to purchase expensive medicine.
I help all the time, gladly. After all he's my dad. He did so much for me. I will proudly help him and my mom with anything even if it is just something they want and not need. But my sisters are different. Lately my brother if I call him will immediately wire money. The sisters rarely help. They believe that I should do everything because in their minds I have the most money. But I don't go to Hilton Head Island to romp on the beach 3 times a year, or eat out at fancy restaurants with my friends daily. I don't travel on a regular basis for entertainment; I do it for work but not pleasure. I probably should but honestly since 911, I don't like being in the air. I certainly don't spend my hard earned dollars on too much designer this and designer that. I am a smart consumer. But my parents come before my pleasure. If they need something, I am going to do my best to help. They did it for me, and I don't mind sacrificing for them.
How can a child know that their parents need something and get on a plane and fly to a pleasure activity, have a grand' old time and not be concern about their father?
What happened to the kids who would do anything to help their parents?