Hey, Waffle gang! I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more

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hugely helps out the channel and I can never express that enough and let's crack on with today's

first story. Now, today's story comes from a throwaway account. It's titled, Am I the asshole for

wanting my mother to feel regret with her way of raising me?

And it does come with updates as well. But before we do get into the story, I just want to give

you a warning that the story does contain a part of it where it talks about death from illness.

So if you do want to skip the story, that's absolutely fine, of course. Please feel free to use

the timestamps. That's what they're

there for. So the story starts off. I'm 29 female, taking care of my mother, 59 female.

My younger siblings are still studying in uni. I'm the eldest as well as the only one with a stable

income. I'm also helping to pay for most of the bills.

My father died when I was six, and my mother never remarried and worked hard to support

all of her children. She's retired and wants to spend the remaining years with her friends

and family. She lives with me. Her relationship with my mother is tenuous. She raised me

to be strong and was very strict with me.

I will never blame her for working as hard as she did, because I recognize that her working was to support everyone, and that it was her way of showing love by making sure that everyone had all their basic needs met.

I understand that even more now that I'm a working

adult too. Now that she's no longer working, she can finally be present in our lives. She's trying

to be around this time, taking plenty of pictures and videos. I know that this is her trying to

make up for lost time, but at the same time, I feel jealous, seeing my siblings

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