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Now, today's first story comes from Barf Bag Breakup, who says

I 24 female resent having to help my mother, 49 female, with her disability. I moved in with my mother

a few years ago to help her pay rent so she could divorce my father, 47 male. An alcoholic, he's been sober since. Since then, her rheumatoid arthritis

has escalated to the point she can't move one of her hands. She's depressed, overweight,

in getting more and more disabled. I'm the only other person in the apartment, so she's asking

me multiple times a day to do something or help her do stuff.

She wakes me up to button her clothes or hook up her bra.

She calls me in there to bring her food or something to drink.

Every time I walk past her room, she calls for me to do something for her.

She got a small dog before we moved, and she can't even take care of him.

He's untrained and he doesn't mind commands.

She asks me to walk him and most of the time I say no.

I almost convinced her to get rid of him, but she changed her mind last minute.

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