Quote: Anyway, in addition to my immense compassion over his sitch, I'm having some resentment over "here we go again" with issues of his that need tending and now it will NEVER be my turn to get any goodies. We're always picking up after him. I never claimed to be a saint.
I know EXACTLY how you feel. I don't think asking "what about me?" is so inherently bad, it's figuring out the timing that's tough.
So sorry to hear about his past situation. I'd have a hard time being in the same room as his mother, let alone be civil to her. Hang in there.
