I am quite happy to be told that I am BU as I feel horribly guilty but would welcome any advice on dealing with the situation.
My grandfather is in his 80s and him and my nan lived a very happy, fit life until Xmas this year. DGF had to have his leg amputated due to cancer and shortly after DGM died of pancreatic cancer after a short illness. Obviously we are all devastated and have done our best to support him since. DM, Dsis and I see him every day, spend time with him, get his shopping, sort his finances etc. but he is very hard work.
He is obviously very depressed (as you would be) but won't accept any help or support. He won't see anyone outside the family and says he's not depressed. He was always a bit OCD but this has now got worse and he spends hours checking things and worrying about nonsense little things. We try to reassure him but he won't listen. He has no opinions, only facts- everything he says is right but most of what he says is completely absurd.
My DH and I have taken him with us for a week on holiday to give my poor mum a rest and he is driving her into an early grave. DGF surrounds himself in gloom and misery and every evening we have to endure the worst snippets from the news- child murders, rapes etc. stories which I actively avoid. I try to tell him nicely that we don't want to know about it especially in front of the children but he just ploughs on regardless. Nothing is right, he moans about everything he sees and so far has completely ruined our holiday which was expected to be honest.
However today I have lost my temper with him. At midnight last night by baby woke up unable to breath making the most awful sound. We were petrified. We phoned NHS direct who listened to him and phoned us an ambulance. I went the hours trip to the hospital with him and DH stayed behind with our 3 YO. DS was diagnosed with croup, given steroids and DH picked us up at 7am. We were all knackered,little one is quite poorly and miserable.
Anyway, when we got home and DGF got up we told him what had happened. He said it was my own fault and I shut the children's doors when they were asleep and they have no oxygen hence why they're always ill (they're not). He wouldn't listen to what was actually wrong with DS just went on and on about all the reasons it was my fault like because I took him for a paddle in the sea yesterday. I just lost my temper, stormed out of the caravan where he is staying and haven't seen or spoken to him since.
I just feel like I can't take anymore, like we as a family can't take anymore. I know he feels his life is miserable but he is making all of us miserable and it's not fair on the children.
I have no idea what to do now.