I have a lot to say about this. My boys are split, 2 pledge undying devotion and care for my decrepit old self (that's the 2 youngest). The oldest tells me he'll put my tired ass in a home. It's a joke, but not really. I know him and his capacity for caregiving. He's NOT that guy.

Honestly, I'm not counting on any of them. I don't see it as their duty to care for me. They have lives of their own. But, you know, it sure would be nice to get something on the back end after everything those little shits put me though.

I cared for my mother in her later years. I didn't do it gladly, I won't lie to you. I did it because I felt it was the right thing to do. We were not close. My mother was likely a narcissist and she wasn't very nice to me when I was a kid.

When she became ill, I was practicing law. I had precious little time, but did what I could. My brother would call me all the time about her. Despite him being 15 years older, he couldn't figure out what to do.

Eventually, she had to go to a home and I paid for a good one - the best one in town. Here in Canada, special care homes aren't paid out of pocket. They take your pension or whatever and that suffices. The only thing that isn't included in that is money for treats, etc. But, those homes are shit. Plain and simple.

So we put her in a private facility. Someone had to pick up the monthly tab for the "over and above." That someone was me.

I'm not sorry I did it. Some may say she didn't deserve it. Some may say I owed it to her regardless of my childhood. But at that time, she was just a scared, sick old woman who needed help.