Little or No Money

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I’m glad I am about three stories ahead on my writing. Because for the last few days I have not been fit for man nor beast. Meaning I have been in a foul mood. But to be honest, despite my dear wife’s saintly appearance, let’s say she can get on my last nerve. A prime example would be tonight’s dinner, simple spaghetti and noodles, which I would have begrudgingly prepared if asked.
 
Well, while in the middle of responding to a friend’s text, I was interrupted with, “This sauce isn’t flavorful enough, put something in it”. To which I stopped our thread, got up, to ”fix” her sauce. Which by the way was already going with the meat in it and nothing else. So I diced some mushrooms, bell pepper, and onions to put in it without being able to sauté them, since the sauce was practically done.
 
Now I realize how petty this whole argument is, considering who my dear wife is. But to be extremely honest the disability card can only be thrown so often before it gets extremely old. Now before any of you condemn me to the gallows for not being a good caregiver, let me say. All caregivers have their limits, and I’m sure I would get a silent “Amen!” from 99.9% of you, if you weren’t made to feel so guilty.
 
My best advice. Find yourself a way to vent. As you can read this is one of mine. Other constructive things you can do is exercise, talk with a friend or counselor, meditate, or pray to God. And if none of these help, scream in your car (that works for me). We are NOT superheroes or punching bags or disposable people conveniently used to care for other disposable people. We are all human beings, created by our creator, for a higher purpose. Than to just do the jobs most of you are unwilling to do, for little to no money.       
 
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