Intersection point

I feel myself getting very close to the intersection point. The point which I will fed up and have my temper all bursted out.

I keep reminding myself that, it's not fair to transfer the heat in taking care of the family to my parents. Indeed, the recent happenings have my pressure keep building up, to a point that the garbage collection simply doesn't work.

I love what I am doing at work, but I need to put it aside everyday, so that I can go home and cook for everyone.

Monday to Sunday.

I keep telling myself to look around. Mothers around not simply need to work but also cook, as well as taking care of their children.

Will they complain? I guess not. But to think a bit deeper, it's more than that.

Dad relies on the oxygen mask most of the time. He can walk around OK in the podium but to go beyond that, we insist to go along. But guess what, when we were not around yesterday, he went to the bank WITHOUT the mask. It takes at least 10-20 minute to go over there and I believe the total time for a round trip is about 30 min.

So you can imagine how dangerous it could be. But guess why he dares to take the risk? Because he has no money and need to spend?

Hell NO! He just doesn't want to leave the money in the bank when he pass away.

Come on! How much does he got in this account? A fxcking several thousand dollars only!

I am totally speechless. The emotional issue that occured between me, and my parents, are making me sad. I don't mind doing the household but all I am longing is, they can take care of themselves. NO risky act, pleassse.

I don't know how much longer I can hang on to that. But I guess I can prevent a serious outburst. Afterall, I can cry in the toilet.