I'm not one to ask for help...like ever...I could be making my way across the desert and die of thirst because I was too proud to ask for the oasis directions. Dave would just die while going in circles.

Stuff has been crazy. Way much more than anyone should have at once...but isn't that always how it happens? We don't talk about stuff much at all. We keep our stuff in the asylum.

This time stuff was so big and so hefty we decided to confide in family, friends and acquaintances. The opinions come very easily of course. When it came down to help...with the exception of 2 people....they simply expressed sorrow. My mom is an angel here on earth. She doesn't have to wait for the wings...hers are already supersized. The rest of the family offered nothing. When they call, we go, we do, we make it happen. When we need something...we get indifference.

Indifference is fine in itself....but from family and blood...I guess too much importance is put on some and not enough appreciation on others. I need to let those that have disappointed me go and not be crappy about it. Shoving their faults in their face does nothing. Afterall, they themselves believe they are great people and have done nothing wrong. People don't change...they simply adjust their perspectives so the fault falls elsewhere. The problem is always someone or something else.