Trippin' Through Time

My damn mother.

She cleans stuff that's already pristine, she won't ask for help and will yell at you because you did it wrong if you try and do it by yourself, and do it herself anyway, and then complain because she has to do everything all alone by herself.

She has ruined every single bone in her body doing this, including her spine; she's in constant pain, and she'll soon end up in a wheelchair or worse if she doesn't stop.

She's aware of this, but still won't stop.

At some point in the near future, once she fucks her body up to the point she can't take care of herself and others, I'll probably have to quit my job to spend my whole time taking care of her, my father, and my uncle (her brother, already in a wheelchair due to his own stubbornness), and live off their meagre pensions and my savings until they run out and we end up on the streets, if her emotionally blackmailing me into constantly cleaning what's already clean doesn't kill me first.

I do love her dearly, but I hate the way she's ruining the remainder of her life, and will eventually ruin mine.