It may be easy to judge me for these comments, I don't know. Unfortunately my heart might be hardening on my dad's situation. This is not an easy situation to analyze because my brother is having a harder time with this than I am.
I don't want my dad in a place where he doesn't want to be, but I'm realizing that I can't stand living with him. The past several days I've been realizing that I'm no longer biching and I feel a greater sense of peace (although there still isn't total peace when I worry about how he's doing or if that particular creepy "family friend" is lurking around the corner, or my dad's other relatives) and if it were not for him being in the nursing home (frankly, the place is pretty clean and good-looking, it's not the least bit dumpy), I would resign myself to not living with my dad anymore. I was crying during the first week he was gone but now I dread the thought of living with him again. And yet I have no choice. My brother says "he's only going to be there a few months because who wants to stay there" (and I'm like, You don't have to do sh#t, who are YOU to tell me) and he thanks me for "saving my mom's life by keeping her home" (to be honest, I don't resent taking care of my mom, but there's something about this situation that is making me resentful. First of all, since he's a man, I can't do the stuff for him that I did for my mom and second - that means that I have to "isolate myself" for the rest of his life - if he came home - and take care of him and always worry about the people I bring home to take care of him - if they're shady, if they're rapists, if they're thieves, etc.)
I wish to God I could say that I felt the same way taking care of my dad that I did about mom but I just don't. I'm slowly getting angrier about this. I hate seeing my dad be at a place he doesn't care for (his face is actually looking healthier though - heck, healthier than it did at home), but I tell myself to buckle up because the peace I'm feeling isn't going to last long and that I'll be back to the incessant daily yelling in a couple of months. My voice box feels spared of the yelling.
I'm so cautious as to not let my anger get the better of me because I can imagine myself being in one of these places someday because I do not have any (reliable) family and never will.
Anyone who knows my family drama will understand - those who don't, might find my sentiments off-putting.
I don't want my dad in a place where he doesn't want to be, but I'm realizing that I can't stand living with him. The past several days I've been realizing that I'm no longer biching and I feel a greater sense of peace (although there still isn't total peace when I worry about how he's doing or if that particular creepy "family friend" is lurking around the corner, or my dad's other relatives) and if it were not for him being in the nursing home (frankly, the place is pretty clean and good-looking, it's not the least bit dumpy), I would resign myself to not living with my dad anymore. I was crying during the first week he was gone but now I dread the thought of living with him again. And yet I have no choice. My brother says "he's only going to be there a few months because who wants to stay there" (and I'm like, You don't have to do sh#t, who are YOU to tell me) and he thanks me for "saving my mom's life by keeping her home" (to be honest, I don't resent taking care of my mom, but there's something about this situation that is making me resentful. First of all, since he's a man, I can't do the stuff for him that I did for my mom and second - that means that I have to "isolate myself" for the rest of his life - if he came home - and take care of him and always worry about the people I bring home to take care of him - if they're shady, if they're rapists, if they're thieves, etc.)
I wish to God I could say that I felt the same way taking care of my dad that I did about mom but I just don't. I'm slowly getting angrier about this. I hate seeing my dad be at a place he doesn't care for (his face is actually looking healthier though - heck, healthier than it did at home), but I tell myself to buckle up because the peace I'm feeling isn't going to last long and that I'll be back to the incessant daily yelling in a couple of months. My voice box feels spared of the yelling.
I'm so cautious as to not let my anger get the better of me because I can imagine myself being in one of these places someday because I do not have any (reliable) family and never will.
Anyone who knows my family drama will understand - those who don't, might find my sentiments off-putting.