It's been a tricky time with family over the last few months.
This has mainly been because of my elderly father's increasing dementia and physical frailty. My husband and I have been the main people responsible for ensuring his care requirements have been met.
This has involved moving him from sheltered accommodation to a care home and also liaising with hospital staff during three recent admissions. I've given my husband a great deal of practical support and done a lot of visiting my father in law - including during an occasion when my husband had decided to go abroad despite his Dad having been admitted to hospital.
It's possible that what I have ended up doing was a little too much 'wifework'. But I suppose this was a) because I am fond of my father-in-law and also b) because of a general belief in partners baling each other out.
I think I was vaguely conscious this morning of feeling under strain. My husband just generally was feeling sorry for himself because of various bits of financial admin he's having to do for his father. He's also talking a very great deal about stuff like assisted dying, which is a topic I find difficult. His father is so very very old and frail it really is unlikely he'll be alive in 6 months time.
As it was my day off I arranged an outing this afternoon, which I thought might cheer him up. We had got back around 4 and he'd mentioned wanting to go and buy some razors- again tan item for his father - while I did some cooking. As there are loads of nearby supermarkets open till late I just started chatting while I was cooked, thinking there was no rush.
I started saying that all the business to do with his father had made me reflect on my mother - who is also elderly. I said that I felt I was gradually feeling very very separate from her, and this wasn't something I could discuss with my brothers.
I'd finished a sentence and to my surprise my husband started leaving the room. I had felt we were in mid-conversation so said, 'Where are you going?'
'I'm going to the bank?'
'Why do you need to do that?' I asked.
'Because I want to pay in a cheque before it closes?'
'Is it urgent?'
'No, but I've been meaning to pay it in for days.'
I suddenly felt really really upset. It felt to me that for the last two months I have done almost nothing (apart from my job, chores at home etc) other than listen to my husband talk about his Dad.
For the first time in many weeks, I mention my mother and instantly my husband, who is retired and has loads of free time, discovers an urgent need to rush off to the bank.
I challenged my husband on his return, and his defence is 'Oh I hadn't thought it was an important conversation because you were cooking. I thought you'd finished.'
I am so pissed off...
Not sure what I can do really.