Welcome, Lemon!

So my physical boo-boo is getting better. I got the bandage off my hand this morning and they took the stitches out.

I'm getting annoyed at T. I know my father isn't the most caring, considerate man on the planet, but T is practically advocating that I cut off contact with him. He just doesn't seem to understand that there are different expectations for daughters than there are for sons in caring for elderly parents. Like daughters are expected to care for them and sons are not. So my sister and I looking out for Dad and easing some of his burden is the worst thing T thinks we could do. I feel stuck in the middle between my family and my T. And we have to talk about that, which I'm not keen to do.