My dad is one step away from losing his legs This terrifies me. I know this is only my second post, but im going to get real here. I've overcome so much mental struggle due to my upbringing, but I still can't stand the fact that this is going to happen to him. It's his fault, yeah, and he's being stubborn as shit; but that doesn't mean I like watching this unfold. I've already spent the majority of my life harboring anger for him, his less then attentive parenting, and general attitudes. Its exhausting, and I m when I think about my dad I don't want to think about the guy who ignored me all the time or bought himself food and bitched when I was hungry. I want to think about the good things hes contributed to society, and while there's not much, at least there's me? And beyond my own struggle, my parents are very traditional. My mother is a homemaker, doesn't drive, and is now in the role of cookie baking grandma. What is she going to do when my father's ill health inevitably becomes even more grave to the point where he'll be unable to work? It angers not just myself, but the family that this oncoming situation could've been easily avoided.  What baffles me the most is that my cousins and grandmother are all very fit and athletic (as am I), but my mother is not and my father is less so. Among the family, there is a small but lingering distaste for those who let themselves go. More so towards my dad, where people will openly shitlords his poor habits.  I'll stop here before this post gets too long.  I really just needed to get some stuff off my chest.