Not meaning to drip feed.
He was in hospital for serious conditions on three occasions. The first time, he got no visits at all. They treated it as though he was just going to be in and out. (Triple heart bypass.)
A couple of them had planned a holiday up here. I thought that DH would get a hospital visit. I got a cheery phone call to say that they'd come up and visit when he was home - there was "no point" when he was in hospital.
I was so exhausted at that point - caring for my parents, working full-time, going to hospital - that I fell asleep at the wheel of the car momentarily. I skipped the hospital visit the day after that.
Then DH had a stroke and was in hospital 4 months. One of them visited once for half an hour, right at the beginning. No other visit in all that time.
Later, I got bad news about my health. Phoned one of the kids to stress that their dad would need care if anything happened to me.
Pause.
"You're not thinking of leaving him are you?"
After I got the all clear, I phoned to let them know, but emphasised again that their dad would need help if anything happened to me. "Yes, but you're all right - aren't you?"
They didn't come to the funeral, citing health reasons during lockdown. (Physical for two of them. Too triggering for the other.) Nevertheless, they wanted to be included in the funeral - which I do understand. I was on my own, hanging on by a thread and put in the position where I was trying to keep everyone happy but they didn't seem to realise that they were putting pressure on me by wanting changes to things like the music after I'd had great difficulty organising it. I'd sent them recordings of the music, heard nothing back. Told the undertaker to go ahead with the recordings I'd sent.
Next thing, I got a phone call wanting something else. "Have you listened to what I sent? It's your dad performing?"
"Oh, no. I couldn't."
Then went on to tell me that they wanted me to obtain a copy of a CD DH used to play to the grandchild. They didn't know what the CD was or what the tune was, but I would know...
I explained that I had no idea. Also, the council was only allowing non-copyright music since the funeral was being webcast. Nevertheless, they insisted that I would know "what Dad liked" when I'd already had to get a friend to edit the music for me and that I should use the tune that they didn't even know the name of.
In the end, I said I'd see what I could do (just to stop the conversation) and went ahead with the music I'd already organised.
They were actually happy with what I did once they watched the funeral on the webcast, but they increased the level of stress on me when I hardly needed it.