It’s a miserable life. The times I have actually gone out with friends in year, I can count them in one hand. It’s work. How could I turn my back and leave when it’s my family, my own blood? How do I live my life when they need help. It’s usually just half day off, not every week, not every month. Rarely. In a year I might have 10 half days off, lets say. What does one do after working for so long? Stay at home and sleep and rest and wish to be dead.