My parents are great loving people. Unfortunately, looking too closely – as part of the job results in complicated facts and information I need to accommodate in my world view. 
Without my mom, I would not afford to live in a condo that costs 3,000usd a month, and she subsidizes the healthcare of my family. A Condo that saves me 3 hours a day or 15 hours a week having to commute to work. Having Hepatitis B means I have to spend 150-200usd a month, she covers that for me. 
This relationship gets complicated when we work together, and gossip in the office makes me look incompetent, and like a spoiled brat, despite the work, I do and put out. This economic stresses me and my relationship with my mom. So much so that I would rather forgo my 2,000 USD income (a net 5,200 a month) and work for what would be about 1,000 USD a month. 
I don’t mind the physical atrophy and mental loss I will suffer once I lose the TIME I gained from the subsidy of my parents. I don’t mind living a much shorter life and my pains and aches returning. I learned to FAST, and I can mitigate a lot of these penalties which would typically lead any of us to eat ourselves to comfort.
An accident of circumstance, two hospitalizations at around my son’s current age of 8, I developed a weak immune system. My sense of history and demographics tell me: I should not be alive.  But here I am, I have a family, and I can only give them maybe another 20 years. 
 I wish I had the strength and vitality to have a third kid, to be able to make time to raise all of them. But the fact of the matter is that I have a weak immune system and when I lose sleep I get sick. I am having a harder time sleeping, and I cannot compartmentalize work and family because I work for the family. 
It’s sad to think about the parts of my body that are not working anymore.  When I review knowledge I should know or begin a Topic I’m confident in only to be disappointed in my comprehension. Then there is the matter that I am getting more emotional. I feel it in my SRS exercises, “I should know this,” is what I find myself saying. “When did those connections atrophy?”
I need to prepare for the inevitability that I cannot make money for my family. I have to balance productivity with costly tools with wantless existence. 
I have to be prepared to let go of so much. It’s strange to know that Sadness is an evolutionary emotion that helps us with loss. When we accept a loss and our minds get into the new equilibrium of expectations, the pain of that adjustment is the cathartic release of Sadness. 
In context ‘I’m just an upper-middle-class person regressing into the lower middle class. There are so many people who have an improving quality of life; my story is nothing as compared to the aggregate. My kids will be from a very middle-class background – where they thrive or suffer by the favor of skill.