Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Almost guilt

I shouldn't be resentful, but I am. It was a preventable accident. It shouldn't have happened. If he'd listened to the opinions of... well, everybody, he wouldn't have bought an even bigger bike. He could hardly handle the Sportster and dropped it at least ten times in the first six months he had it. Going out and buying a Big Twin was incredibly foolhardy. I do understand that "I want" are the two most powerful words in the English language, but sometimes you just need to weigh you options a bit better. The primary reason I'm resentful is this: I was really looking forward to a riding season where all three of us had reliable machines. Our badass little family could have gone on at least a couple of good rides together. We could have made some wonderful memories. More and more, it looks as though this will never happen and this saddens me. I don't so much mind the added stress and work it has created for myself and others or having him underfoot, so to speak. Taking care of each other is just what families do, ideally. Sure, sometimes there's a bit of pushback when somebody just doesn't quite understand what's going on (sorry, Val) and then there are words.

Now he and his brother aren't speaking because his brother thinks he should be somehow remunerated for helping out. What. The. Fuck? After all that big brother has done for you; bought you several cars, pays a portion of your Medicare supplement premium, buys you groceries, gives you cash when you're short, you want cash for helping out? Just because you think you can stroke an insurance company for some money? You've become the single most negative person I know. You used to be my favorite uncle, now, not so much. Not at all. Today you get in my face when I offer you a solution to you "hardships?" I don't care if you're one of my elders, that you're two heads taller than me, pull that shit again and I'll drop your cranky ass like panties on prom night.

In the meantime, I'll keep helping out. It's least I can do. He's my father, my original hero. As much as I may gripe about it, he's always taken care of me and helped me out. He still is. So I'll do my best to help him.

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