Suck it up, Sis.

Jocelyn,
I hope you are well, sis, but I must confess that I am writing to express my deepest disappointment and disgust.
It appears that you are stuck in some archaic mindset where the notion of caring for our parents in their old age is considered some kind of noble tradition.
Well, newsflash, sis: it's old-fashioned, and it's a load of crap.
You seem to think that it's my duty to sacrifice my precious time and energy to cater to our useless father's every need. Well, let me enlighten you; I have better things to do with my life than waste it taking care of a decrepit senior citizen. I have dreams to chase, a career to build, and a life to live. I won't let the burden of caregiving shackle me to a life of misery.
You may call me selfish, but I prefer to call it self-preservation.
I refuse to be sucked into the black hole of resentment and despair that comes with catering to someone who has become nothing but a burden. Our father had his chance at life, and he made his choices. It's not my responsibility to clean up the mess he's left behind.
You can sit there, all high and mighty, with your outdated values, but I won't be a pawn in your twisted little game of filial duty. You can have all the martyrdom you want; I'd rather pursue happiness and fulfillment, even if that means distancing myself from this toxic obligation.
And don't even try to guilt-trip me with the whole "family comes first" nonsense.
Family is supposed to support and uplift each other, not drag each other down with toxic expectations. I'll be damned if I let our father's failures weigh me down like a dead weight.
So, you can keep wasting your time playing the dutiful daughter. I'll be out there, living my life on my terms, free from the burden of caring for a man who has done nothing to earn my respect or devotion. Consider this a formal declaration of my liberation from this suffocating tradition. Don't bother trying to change my mind; I've made my decision, and I won't be swayed.
Written without a tear,
Toby