It had been said that God gave us families so that we could learn to deal with people we don't like.
Although my Mom said we could live in the basement, my sister has decided that for us to move into their basement would kill my father. My brother agrees. Now granted, my father is going to be 90 but if you remember, the concept of Nick and I getting married was going to kill my father. Not that my sister and her boyfriend didn't live in the basement in years past. Not that my brother has not taken loans and pirated cable from my parents. Not that anything that I am asking pales in comparason to what they have asked. No, I am going to kill dad.
Now, of course, we cannot go there because if anything were to happen to Dad, it will be my fault. I know that break-off is not a good family dynamic, but I am so tired of anything that I will do being the impetus that will kill Dad. Yes, he worries, but he worries at 6 am whether the sun will rise or not.
This really sucks.