A place to ungracefully plop
/My parents house has become a place for me where I can just come and dump myself. I feel like I don't need to talk, to pretend to be happy. I can sit on the couch and do nothing, have the kids be entertained, and be cared for myself. What a privilege.
It has taken me a while to understand my need for this place, and to be okay with asking for it when I need it.
While not having an abundance in any of these areas, thankfully my parents are emotionally, compassionately, financially, and logistically in a situation where they are able to offer this assistance.