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"I work 60 hours most weeks.
And somehow, I still feel like I’m struggling to get by.
At some point you have to ask yourself:
What’s the point of working this hard if you never get to enjoy your life?
Something needs to change."
I’m sitting here, crossing my fingers that my father dies quick and soon. If he lives too long, he’ll need to sell his house to fund his elder care, and then I’ll never own a home.