I just got around to reading everyones posts....I have to say Im pretty moved....to the point of a few tears. I guess I dont have it that bad after all. Im in the same boat as walter...I get up at 6 am and work until 7 or 8 m-f and then work 5 more hours on saturday. My mom is overbearing and thinks I cant handle any rwd v8 car as a daily driver (any v8 no matter how small is instantly the fastest thing on earth in my mothers eyes)...

although I did have a family tragedy...about 2 months ago my aunt drove to my grandmothers house and was complaining of a Massive head ache..my grandmother took her to St. Lukes hospital in NewBurgh NY (same hospitol I was born in) She never finished the tests...something happened and she lost consciousness ...my aunt wendy was immediately airlifted to Rochester medical center and immediately underwent SIX FUCKING HOURS of neurosurgery. After it was done she laid in her hospital bed in a coma. Finally 4 weeks ago she woke up from her coma and her life has completely changed. Apparently an artery or something in her brain burst and it was bleeding and Im not a doctor so I dont know what it did. Well the entire right side of her brain is destroyed. She is walking again on her own but is still very week. She cant see through the left sides of her eyes and has 0 peripheral vision. If you dont walk directly in front of her she wont know you are here. Her voice is different and she cant be left alone for any amount of time. She doesnt even know if she shit her pants or not and cant put together a Mr. Potato Head doll. My grandmother can no longer work becasue she has to take care of her daughter. My trip to New York last week was to do a million chores in my grandmothers house. My uncle gave me a drill and my grandfather (divorced from grandma) gave me all the other tools needed. I didnt mind spending my annual one week vacation helping my grandmother and aunt but what PISSES ME OFF is myself father mother and sister are the only family not still living in the hudson valley in NY....WHY the fuck cant my cousin (6 months younger than me) my uncle or my grandfather do anything to help?? In fact I think it made me feel better to help out. but it makes me mad because I remember my aunt before the whatever you want to call it and to see her how she is really hurts. When I was little I used to do tons of stuff with my grandmother and aunt and the morning my mother woke me up to tell me of what happened she was crying telling me your aunt always said you were her favorite...

and oh yeah 2 months ago my mom was diagnosed with cancer.