Coloring With Broken Crayons

Do you ever feel like you have multiple personalities living inside you and that a different one comes out depending on who you’re with?

Some days it’s hard to focus on anything but the fact that I’m broken. 

I’m 32 and live in my grandparent’s basement - it’s not even a room; it’s a twin bed and a desk shoved into a corner.

I just got a big girl job after 5+ years of working my ass off part-time; can’t use any of my money because I’m still paying for bad decisions or my grandparents need something.

I’m finally in a good relationship; AMAZING RELATIONSHIP. But it’s long distance - with no end in sight 

because

I’m broken

My grandma has Alzheimer’s and a ridiculous amount of other health problems. My grandfather is 86 and an ass who won’t ask for help, refuses the idea that he’s too old to drive, and has made more money mistakes than I have....but they weren’t really mistakes because he’s a man and men don’t make mistakes.

I’m broken because I might as well be a single mother with 2 giant toddlers, who I can’t treat as toddlers because they don’t acknowledge any problems.

I’m broken because my mother is selfish and, instead of helping to take care of her parents, leaves it all to me. Because I’m younger than her, so obviously MY life can be put on hold, right?