Helpless and frustrated in my ability to fully help another. Specifically, my nephew.
He has himself so deep in debt with child support for two, payday lenders, medical bills, other debts I'm not fully aware of, doesn't have a home, his car is not very reliable at all, and he just couch surfs or gets into relationships for a place to stay and food to eat.
The money he does make working a hard ass job in the heat 5 days a week is garnished and leaves him with not enough to even think about getting his own place. Any check written to him for anything by anyone and gets deposited into his account is garnished by the payday lenders. It's a hell of vicious cycle to try to dig out of.
Last time I gave him cash instead of a gas or grocery card, he said his car got broken into and it was stolen. But the whole story that goes with that sends up red flags like a mofo. Then I feel bad for not believing him. A lot of what he is experiencing is scarily similar to things I lived through when I was in my late teens/early 20s, minus the having kids part. I didn't get my own place until I was early 30s. He is currently 30. Holding out hope.
I don't see him or talk to him. I just go by what my sister tells me. Last time I laid eyes on him was at my mom's funerala little over a year ago. He's another one I can't be around because of using scented laundry products and body sprays and such. Can't be around my sister, either. Other than my husband, I must love those closest to me from afar and try to help as best I can without wrecking my own nervous system. Looking in the mirrors of life is one of the hardest things to do some days.
