Financial support for women and my brother.

 I help a few people financially.  

A friend who has been my roommate recently who, after some really unfortunate setbacks, is finding a new exciting path for herself.

My cleaning woman in NY who has two kids.  I pay their rent, mostly.  I worry she’ll get deported, though her kids are US citizens.  

My brother, who is bi polar.  That’s really complicated and I don’t know how to make sense of him, or build an effective relationship.  Mental illness isn’t solved with logic, and I’m being treated for depression too.  What a pair, the two of us at the end of the family tree.

My ex wife who receives multiples more than the rest of them combined and only wants money.  She’s unknown to me.  

Another friend who is recently pregnant.  I’m the only one who knows, partially because I’ve supported her travel for the various treatments. I hope she carries to term.  I know that’s what she wants.  

Why do I do this? My motivations are different. Of course there are legal requirements with my ex who gets $4.5 million and who appears to be afraid she’ll die in pauper’s prison.  I’ve lost touch with her.  I’m sure she has issues like everyone else.  

I don’t care about the money that much. I’m long past my financial prime, and I’m trying to downsize.  I live alone in a smallish house in the mountains.  The view reminds me that I’m alive every day.  I don’t need or want anything I can think of.  I don’t appreciate much of anything any more either I suppose.  I had great love in my life, but that's gone.