In his 90’s and far from feeling delighted that he’s reached this great age I’m feeling put upon and exhausted and frankly, cross.
All suggestions made over the years to move closer to family, grandchildren etc were turned down ‘didn’t like our area’ ‘won’t live in a bungalow’ (perish the thought!) so has ended up in a large unmanageable house a long drive away with massive garden that has now become a millstone. He has wasted massive sums of money on antiques and vanity projects and basically stuff that depreciates. I have siblings who help but the majority falls on me. I work full time and it's starting to affect my health and my relationship with my partner, who is very patient but father's behaviour would try the patience of a saint!
Now we have the situation where he has a full time live in private carer which he’s paying close to £1000 for. A recent fall has meant surgery (cancelled his private medical insurance last year to our dismay) a stay in hospital during which we had multiple calls complaining and asking us to get him out. Unable to go home as cannot weight bear now had to arrange care home at £1300 per week (as well as the live in carer who we can’t just get rid of) along with bills, house maintenance etc. My family struggle financially so to see all his wastefulness and money flowing out for his care is galling. He won’t downsize just wants to get a lifetime mortgage and use the money from the house to fund his carer and his lifestyle. Won't even think about selling antiques because they give him joy.
Of course he’s always ‘terribly grateful’ but we are getting calls moaning about the care home and the staff because he’s used to a 'different class' of person. Calls at 6am as he can’t find his buzzer and is cold or thirsty….’food is inedible’ but we’ve seen it and it is fantastic! Room is ‘tiny’ (about the size of my living room) and on and on.
Siblings are supportive but how do people cope, I’m dealing with his finances, carer, care home, house projects, paperwork, future care via social services (is any available?) and I just feel that I really resent him now. I dread every negative moaning call. Is it possible for a person to outlive their life and how much longer can this go on for? Sorry this is a bit of a rant but has anyone experienced similar? I want to remember him with love and affection not exasperation. Am I a horrible, horrible person?