My adult child, “AJ,” moved in with me a little over three years ago. As a full-time, stay-at-home parent to AJ, who has diagnoses of autism, epilepsy and mental retardation, I am AJs only caregiver, and I’ve been caring for him full-time since the day AJ moved in…39 months ago.

Not one day off in 39 months.

I quit my job and relocated so as to take care of AJ, in the hopes of healing. But, that has not happened. In fact, AJ is worse off, though AJ was doing quite well for about the first two years.

My overwhelm extends to all areas: financial, mental, physical, and beyond. I told AJ at our three-year anniversary, that a decision needs to be made: AJ either gets busy living, or gets busy dying.

I’m not sure I care either way.

AJ is a human black hole. AJ is a quintessential”consumer,” taking everything expended and gulping it down with nary a thought. From an investment perspective, AJ wouldn’t rate even a “C” from Moody’s.

I’m tired, I’m nearly broke and since it appears that getting better is not in AJ’s future, I want AJ dead.

That’s the truth.

Now if I only had the guts to pull it off….

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