My contact here is going to become sporadic. My life has become a dumpster fire in crisis mode. I have a 57 year old brother who was forcibly retired after 3 stints in rehab. None of which took. His brain is so fried that he can’t be trusted to remember to lock the door in my shady neighborhood. I follow him picking up things he leaves behind (phone, keys, dishes, coffee cups). And I am his last and final hope.
My contact here is going to become sporadic. My life has become a dumpster fire in crisis mode. I have a 57 year old brother who was forcibly retired after 3 stints in rehab. None of which took. His brain is so fried that he can’t be trusted to remember to lock the door in my shady neighborhood. I follow him picking up things he leaves behind (phone, keys, dishes, coffee cups). And I am his last and final hope.