Burned Out
Growing up I was an only child....until I was 14. That's when my sister was born. I was depended on to help with babysitting and caring for my sibling, pretty much whenever it was asked of me. At the time, I didn't mind it. In fact I enjoyed it. We also had dogs when I was a kid. Granted, looking back, a lot wasn't asked of me here, except to feed and water them every day, and pick up their poop. I should have done more, spent more time with them, played with them, etc., but I didn't. Now I carry a lot of guilt because they are only dogs, they need love, care, and attention. I should have done more. Then a second sibling was born. I was older now, and preparing to start my own life. I helped out when I could, but was really looking to distance myself from this. The expectation was that I would be available much as I was with the first one, and, when that didn't happen, it was an issue. That is a subject for another post. Then I got married. We didn't have childr...