Name change as some family members know my other UN.
My father has never been a dad to me or my DSis, he started cheating on my DM when she got pregnant with me as was a terrible husband, never there for us and he finally left for another woman when I was 12. Over the years I have barely spoken to him, he has married (and divorced) 3 other women and I have also found out my DM was his second wife. I was never invited to any of the weddings and we spoke maybe 3 times in 30 years. He didn't come to my wedding and has only seen his grandchildren twice.
Anyway cut to recently, he is now early 90's and got very ill. He called me disorientated and breathless - I swung into action calling the police and paramedics to go to his address. I live in Yorkshire and he lives in Kent so over 6hrs drive away.
I was told when he got to hospital that he was very close to death so I came down. He was living in squalor and didn't know who I was.
Long story short I've been up and down numerous times over the last 4 week, cleaned and sorted his house. He was sleeping in a broken chair so I've bought a bed and a recliner chair, paid for bills, bought food.
Now I know he never asked me to do this and yes, I did it to make myself feel less guilty as I know I would feel crap if I did nothing but I've not had any thanks or anything from my father.
He has asked for my help with moving some money around and paying some bills and what do you know he has £1000's in savings. I've paid out on fuel, time off work, food, hotels, furniture and even getting fined as his street is now a school street which means it's pedestrianised around school times - who knew that was a thing!
He was released from hospital with a catheter and still has it but the community nurses have him at the bottom of a long list. I'm getting phone calls 2 / 3 times a day sometimes just to talk.
He keeps calling and asking for more and more, now asking me to set up a food delivery for him but of cause I'm supposed to pay. He has offered me no money and even said that it's my turn to look after him! Joke.
I'm just so exhausted, both mentally and physically. My DH is angry at both me and him, as I keep taking his calls.
I don't know what I want from this thread, sympathy, a way to get out, or some coping mechanisms or just a rant?
Sorry so not to drip feed, no partner in the picture for him and my DSis is in NZ so it's just me.