The last few years have been tough.. in a nutshell I buried mom on March 14 after caring for her and going from two years of assisted living to one year of nursing home to the her last days. Very tough stuff. It changed me a bit.
I found out no man is an island. My friends were there for me.
Maybe I am warming up to coming out of my hole.
I dont want no sympathy but I was a mama's boy. My father was killed whan I was 11. My older borther was already in Vietnam. It was me and her for 43 years till she hit age 95. When I say that I have lived on my own since age 18 but I visited her every two weeks for twenty years to do waht she needed done.
I never missed a visit in over 20 years. Every two weeks.
Growing up without a father set me way back. I realize that now. No excuses but maybe you need to hear more about this slob.
Walk a mile in my shoes before playing the slob card. You dont even know me. And that is how it will stay.