My hands are tied with my dad. I help him where i can but have stepped away from burnout. I don't want to return. I used to go out everynight after work for 3 years and now only go out about once a week. All i hear from him is he doesn't want to do this or that. He just wants it to go back to my brother and i doing everything. He can't find anyone for night help. I said i'd help but nope doesn't want my help. He smokes all the time. I quit smoking but this doesn't stop him from lighting up around me. I come up with ideas - he shoots them down. He has a spinal cord injury. I still go out and write his bills and visit with him. It breaks my heart that i can't do more for him. I'm tired too at the end of my day/week. I want to go home and eat. I feel so bad when i do this b/c i know he's suffering. He has choices but he wants to do it his way. His idea is to buy a motor home. I'm like who is going to help you in a motor home? you can't even hire someone for night help. This has been going on for a long time. Its like his way of shutting down a real convo on things. I figure he gets to live out in the country in a rental house and smoke and do what he wants and complain and until he can't do that anymore or the hospital calls b/c he's hurt himself i can't make him do anything. He takes on all his families problems. His mom's health and finances until her death in may. Which means i wrote all those bills and filled out medicaid and medicare and other paperwork. I did it b/c i wanted to help. he acts like i don't use my time well b/c i spend some of it with my fiance. He's proud of me for my job but thinks its too hard on me. Sometimes when i leave i just wish he'd pass. then i'm sad b/c i don't really mean that. I just am tired of the struggle.