I was raised with the belief that I could always depend on my parents; I've lived my life as such. Had this not been the "deal", perhaps I would have taking a liking to electrical engineering, or taken a few CAT classes.
Never in my wildest dreams would I ever think they both, almost at the same time, collapse around me. I'm almost 31 years old, and I'm capable, reliable, etc, but I still retain this inner voice that freaks me out, and makes me do things I don't want to, mostly to support my declining parents.
It's a sad situation, one I don't think asks of further explanation. But it weighs on me. In ways I never expected, and it reduces my social life. I wanna go out, I wanna date, I wanna live my fucking life.