I'm here. Sorry I haven't posted, but it's been a helluva week, or 2. I don't even remember.
Siblings home on Wednesday (?), father to dr., assisted living recommended, places checked out--no go. We're at our wit's end.
He broke down when he saw my brother, held his hand throughout dr's visited, ignored us girls except to order us around. My YS's dinner gave him indigestion the other night. I caught evil hell for putting sheets in the laundry (I washed and dried them). Would barely speak to me.
My brother told him I had too much stress on me taking care of him, Mom and our aunt. He dismissed that, and said, "Oh, she's got that job." Apparently, I'm to be at his beck and call. My job's my sanity. My previous hospitalizations for depression and anxiety are long forgotten, if even important.
Yes, I've been drinking, but plan to clean up my act beginning tonight. I have to take care of me.
This situation is calling for tough love. Remind me of that, please. I'll no longer get his mail, take him to appts., etc. He'll have to make arrangements, even though he has no friends. None. Brother is taking him info for people he can call to help elderly.
I don't know what else to do.
Oh, he bought himself a $6,000-$7,000, 4 foot tall monument, bronze and marble. The man's in love with himself.
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