DGrandparent has gone into a care home. DGP and I are very close, and for much of my childhood their home was pretty much my home.
DGP lived in a big old former farmhouse - ridiculously big for a retiree - and had a penchant for collecting items of varying value from antiques shops, charity shops, auction houses and jumble sales. There's a LOT. Some of it is saleable at Bonhams, some of it needs to go into a skip.
DParent is now acting the fucking martyr about it, complaining about how much there is to do, but either rejecting or micromanaging any help. We're normally quite close, but I have long suspected he's on the autism spectrum.
Yesterday we had a shouting match because I sorted out a lot of books to go to the charity shop (none of which are valuable, or of any interest to us - it was books with titles like "microwave seafood cookery" which was very 70s), and asked him to check them before I did (I'd put them all, spines up, in cardboard boxes, so this was a very easy task). He simultaneously refused to check them and refused to let me take them to the charity shop without him checking first.
He's also saying he wants the house sold ASAP (fair) but is questioning whether we should get a skip in for the complete junk (old mattresses, broken garden furniture, a wee-stained rise and recline chair etc. etc.) which is a no-brainer in my eyes.
I work full time++ and don't appreciate having my time wasted - having taken time off work to help him I expected that he'd allow me to use my time productively.
By the end of the day he'd managed to reduce me to tears (and I never, ever cry) and then shouted at me while accusing me of "sulking" as I sat on the floor and sobbed because he'd finally tipped me over the edge. Needless to say it didn't help. On the drive home that night I very nearly had to pull over on the hard shoulder because I was crying again and could barely see (are you allowed to pull over in such circumstances? Knowing my luck I'd get 3 points on my licence).
I've taken (with permission) some small trinkets from the house that I'd like to keep, and said I'll be back for an item of furniture it's been agreed I can have (I need a van for that). I'm very, very close to saying I will simply not set foot in the house again, because right now I have no idea how else to handle it. I don't know what I expect from this post, but how the fuck am I meant to handle this shit?