Every time I get my hopes up, the fact of his years of avoidance and neglect rears its ugly head and drowns it deep down in a flood of hopelessness and anger because the foundation is sinking, the walls are cracking, the roof is old, who knows what’s hiding in the walls…and it’s all too much for others.

There was nothing to make him step up, nothing to have him grow up, instead cosplaying as a “man of the house” when he actually acted as a teenaged boy on his computer and 2 monitors, and light up headphones,  with his head to the wall, resentful of any adult responsibilities, including a wife who asked when we were going to take care of things… maybe this summer… maybe this year…”stop nagging me”…”I don’t know”…but no, never would it be.

Never would it be.