...I KNOW I whine a lot here. This has been a REALLY difficult transition for my father and I both.
While I was in the hospital with Pneumonia, my "family" really had a field day with what little authority I had.
Apparently Dad called his ex wife and her hubby (LONG story) in tears saying he was scared and that he doesn't feel like he has much time left... blah, blah, blah.... so she tells him that they will come and get him and take him back to his hometown. HUH?!?!?
When he was in the hometown...living only 15 minutes away from her, she apparently earned her angel wings for bringing him a hot meal every day. Yet, she didn't bother to step up to the plate when he could no longer live alone!!! In fact, none of those with whom he shares DNA remotely offered to help, yet I became the BAD guy for taking him to my city.
So... now I REALLY look like the evil one. Apparently I'm doing such a terrible job that they feel the need to intervene.... SERIOUSLY?!?!
They wouldn't last a day!
It's just so interesting how those on the outside can form opinions so quickly. This ex-wife quickly advised me to have Dad committed after a weekend bank outburst, but two days later she wants to save the day?
What gives? It's hard enough to have to deal with all that comes with caring for someone I can't even stand most of the time... now I have to deal with the family? No thank you!!!