Twenty years later she is having breakdowns about the kids sitting around the house fucking off and pissing their life away. Not helping with shit unless harassed. Ignoring her every word.
She pleads with me for help, and I just shrug and say: "What are you going to do honey? It is what it is." I tried to prevent this.
Then I go on with my life and prioritize my own enjoyment. All I ever wanted to do was give them serious responsibilies around the home, but she always rebuffed it. Now it's too late.
You can't tell anyone anything.