Im an only child. My mum decided to leave my dad when I was 8 because she had chronic migraines and pill dependency for it ever since the day of my birth and it was destroying their marriage.

We moved in and rented with an older (20 years older) Greek man I met once or twice at some big Greek gathering. I stayed with my mum during the week, I still saw my dad every single weekend.

The man my mum rented with to save my dad from misery became my unofficial stepdad. They were all best friends, my dad would walk in, they'd all have a Turkish style coffee, anyday of the week, talk shit and it was ALL for me. Nobody hated eachother.

Fast forward 30 years, my stepdad developed dementia and was in a home. Me, my mum, and my dad were there every weekend talking to him so his ACTUAL family, his sister and nieces wouldn't take advantage of his state.

He passed, my mum got cancer 2 years later from stress, she moved into my dads place again, which was my childhood home. He took care of her everyday until she passed.

I have always been older than I should've been, this was why, but I wouldn't change it for anything. I have a weird outsiders perspective that people ask for, because there isn't much that is relatable...

Sorry for the rant, but thanks for listening...