His constant inability to assist or attempt to try.
His world where everything is taken care of for him.
His paranoia envelopes both him and I because I’ve been chosen.
His life has dictated mine.
His view of me is as caretaker, room and board. The sponge to his wrath or insanity.
His parents can only calm him, never me.
His future frightens me due to the reality of mortality.
His eventual reaction to their demise will certainly lead to his crash.
His attitude is entitled.
His personality can change minute to minute and this is pointed directly at me.
His answers to questions and opinions are non-description; annoyed.
His world has engulfed mine.
My trials of being, still and always: invisible.