MeanLaureen, I have been there. I feel bad for you.
I took care of my grandmother all by myself. Even though my 3 sisters and my parents live within 2 miles of me, no one would help me or her when times were tough. Her only child (my ex-father) wanted nothing to do with her. I did it all, with love.
I did a good job handling everything until I just couldn't do it anymore. She couldn't get herself to the bathroom and she had fallen 3 times within a month, no injury thank heavens.
The first time she had fallen, I was out driving my youngest DD to preschool, when I came home and brought nanas breakfast to her, I saw towels thrown out of the bathroom, like an SOS. We both had a good laugh about it, but it was horrible too.
She spent the last weeks of her life in a "nursing home". The decision to place her was made after a hospital stay and it killed me, but it was the responsible thing to do. I knew that I had given everything I had to give.
I would say that the meanest thing that a family member has done to me was related to that situation.
When my grandmother passed away, April 8, 2001, and it was time to deal with her estate (money), I was told by my family that nana hated me, didn't want to live with me, that I was a horrible person, etc., etc. I know it isn't true, but boy, did it ever hurt. I have never cried so hard and so long in my life....months. You would never have met someone who loved her parents and sisters like I did. I was always there for them, the first one called when help was needed and I always helped, which I don't regret. I loved them all so much.
I am feeling better, but have been disowned.
(My ex-father was the executor of my grandmothers estate and was also disinherited in her Will. I think that was a huge source of anger for him.)
I took care of my grandmother all by myself. Even though my 3 sisters and my parents live within 2 miles of me, no one would help me or her when times were tough. Her only child (my ex-father) wanted nothing to do with her. I did it all, with love.
I did a good job handling everything until I just couldn't do it anymore. She couldn't get herself to the bathroom and she had fallen 3 times within a month, no injury thank heavens.
The first time she had fallen, I was out driving my youngest DD to preschool, when I came home and brought nanas breakfast to her, I saw towels thrown out of the bathroom, like an SOS. We both had a good laugh about it, but it was horrible too.
She spent the last weeks of her life in a "nursing home". The decision to place her was made after a hospital stay and it killed me, but it was the responsible thing to do. I knew that I had given everything I had to give.
I would say that the meanest thing that a family member has done to me was related to that situation.
When my grandmother passed away, April 8, 2001, and it was time to deal with her estate (money), I was told by my family that nana hated me, didn't want to live with me, that I was a horrible person, etc., etc. I know it isn't true, but boy, did it ever hurt. I have never cried so hard and so long in my life....months. You would never have met someone who loved her parents and sisters like I did. I was always there for them, the first one called when help was needed and I always helped, which I don't regret. I loved them all so much.
I am feeling better, but have been disowned.
(My ex-father was the executor of my grandmothers estate and was also disinherited in her Will. I think that was a huge source of anger for him.)