Let's say when you were young you gave into peer pressure and started chewing on some sort of gum which made your teeth black. But it was cool, having black teeth, and being seen chewing it. Then, later in life when you're no longer even around your peers, you keep at it anyway, just because you always did, despite the fact that the gum was always expensive. Meanwhile, your family finds it repulsive, and asks you many times to stop chewing it.
But you don't. You're the man, you call the shots, they don't know what they're talking about. Years down the line a doctor actually tells you the gum is doing damage to you, and that's why you keep getting bad headaches. The black teeth is no big deal, but you're head is hurting because of it. But good news: the doctor says says that if you stop now, you can actually recover from its effects.
But you don't, because you're You, and the world revolves around you after all, doesn't it? A few more years go by, and your family keeps asking you to stop chewing this life-killing gum. But who are they? They're not you. So you keep at it. And then you get sick, real sick from it. And it turns out you'll get splitting headaches for the rest of your life now, and it will effect everything you do. Life will be experienced from now on through a lens of pain. But hey, guess what? You stop chewing that gum. Good for you. But the pain goes on.
It goes on and you actually have to buy a machine that helps minimize those head pains. Only it's not you who has to deal with the paperwork of getting that expensive machine and maintaining it from there on. It's your daughter who does. Well, why not? She's just a girl. It's not like she's a man. That would be different. For some reason you don't understand.
So you suffer, and you complain...endlessly you complain about those headaches and you make life more difficult for those who used to plead for you to stop chewing that gum. Your condition worsens, steadily. And over time the machine alone doesn't suffice. You need to go to the hospital periodically to try and relieve those agonizing head pains. Who takes you there? Your daughter. It doesn't matter that she's married now or tries in vain to pursue a life of her own. What matters is that you're suffering, and if you complain about it enough, she takes you to the doctor to deal with it. And then you didn't have to do the asking, either. Asking would be too much. Asking anyone for help is a breach of your pride. And your pride is, for some reason, very important to you.
And so the cycle repeats.
There's only one moral here: take some responsibility for your actions. And try to take care of yourself. If you can't, someone else will have to, and you will impose your life on theirs and they will suffer for it. Sometimes life throws things at you, things you didn't ask for, things you did everything to prevent, but it still does.
But the things that you brought upon yourself? Deal with them yourself. It isn't fair to ruin someone else. You may not be doing anything now that's hurting you. But look forward in time. In 10 years, 20 years, 30 or more...who will be dealing with this crap when you're no longer able to?