Dear all,
I am at my wits end with my parents and just dont know what to do. Mum and dad are in their 70s and live 400 miles away, im an only child and there is no other family in the uk.
Dad drinks... A lot. Which makes him agitated and quite unpleasant to be around in the evenings. He is a pillar of the community, a golfer who plays far too much and cant ever let anyone down regarding matches. He drinks and drives.
Mum has depression and severe anxiety, going 6mths at a time without leaving the house. She doesnt drive.
Both are extremely house proud to a point of obsession. Everything has its place, carpets are all pristine white, washing up is done within seconds of meal being eaten.
In the last 8mths i have really struggled with them both, especially last year when dad had covid and mum had a complete breakdown, looked haunted, tears every morning and discussions about him dying. I had to race home ( 7 hrs drive), and was met with dad raging and refusing me access to his phone to download the NHS app. "f-off" was my greeting. I then had 3 weeks of hell where he isolated upstairs for 7 days (only after my other half gave him an utter bollocking for going downstairs and announcing to mum and i 'its my house, ill do what i want and go where i want), constantly grumbled at the food i shopped for, made and put on a tray to him, and generally made clear i was' telling him what to do too much'...
Whilst he was upstairs with his ensuite bathroom, mum was downstairs in her bedroom crying, mumbling and generally a mess. I forced her on daily walks, but she was so teary and haunted that the neighbours (who dont know me) thought i was abducting her and nearly called the police on me.
She has an ensuite to her bedroom.
I found myself sleeping in the 3rd bedroom on the ground floor. But, as i couldnt use dads upstairs ensuite or mums downstairs ensuite (for fear of scaring/waking her and more tears), i spent night after night peeing in the garden and using a spade and loo paper for the rest. It rained 2 nights - fun.
Eventually i escaped, only to face a repeat phone call and similar situation 3mths later. Dad was awful, his behaviour was disgisting, swearing, lying, just grim. Mum fell apart again.
I forced mysrlf to contact mums GP after the first visit and she now has medication, but dads behaviour is awful still and bullying reigns. To curry favour, (she loves/wants a 'dream home'), dad has agreed mum can now have a new ensuite bathroom downstairs and he can have his redone upstairs - using mums savings.
Quotes are in and i am getting wind of them selecting 2 high end bathrooms for around £20,000. Yes, 20,000.
1 problem. Mums will still be with just 1 door to her bedroom, so im back to peeing in the garden if the same scenario occurs again. After not talking to dad for months, i finally lost my rag with my mother last week when i suggested she turns her ensuite into a jack n jill with 2 doors, the second door leading to the hallway - easy to do, and essential for any guest or carer in the future to use.
I reminded her of my experiences in the rain. Naturally, ive been told to mind my own business and it is their house and money... But all i want is a 2nd door to the hall. She can have any bathroom she wants....
Ive been told that 2 doors woukdnt 'work' and if a carer needs a loo in tge future downstairs, then they will knock an opening then. I know that the prospect of workmen in their home in 5yrs to do this will lead to cjaos, flooods of tears, and me arranging it all...
I am just so sad and fed up. There is no thought, no future proofing, and it feels like such a waste. mums present bathroom is really nice, but she wants a new one. God knows the chaos i will face when a new doorway is added and the colours or tiles dont match... Little things like that are causing utter meltdowns now.
Im just so sad. We were not wealthy in my childhood and my parents are repeatedly wasting 10s of thousands of pounds on turning the house into a gilded cage, totally impractical and v lonely. When i discuss sensible budgets, the need for a walk in shower, i just get either sworn at or tears and attempts for pity.
They are so lucky in so many ways, but making themselves miserable and hampering any chance of me helping them. I walk away, then mum calls and lets me know they want new fences, patios and so on... When what they have is really nice already.
Im so fed up and down about it all. The wastefulness makes me really sad. I want to help but they wont let me, then mum wont leave me alone...
I snapped a few days ago and called her 'sooo entitled'... Urgh, rant over x