After 8 years of caring for mom - becoming critically ill and developing many chronic illnesses I hit the wall. Before mom I helped mom with my step dad as she was not strong enough, so I had to quit my career to do that driving 80 miles round trip 3 or 4 times a week.
Mom is in respite now, we went to Florida for 2 weeks to see friends. While there a neighbors decided to move, we made offer on house and are planning on closing this winter. Husband still has business and we still have several houses (rental) to unload. It must have been meant to be because it is just a few doors down from my friends and the owner is holding the mortgage so we can get our houses here in the mid-west sold. Mom has always bee wanting
G to move to Florida so I am checking on AL for her if we ever go full time. My health has turned around, my energy lifted and spirits high. I still however have this nagging guilt that she is not here in the house. We need to sell and it's better if she isn't here due to showings and poopy toilets that might happen before a showings, you understand.
My point is, I'm getting my life back and it feels good but so so guilty. I am trying to learn deal with the guilt. Mom is in a gorgeous facility and they all love her there. They had to put her on seroquel due to outbursts. Which when these happened is the reason I took to respite. Up and down all night. Hallucinations aimed against me (thought i was animposture)
She tolerates it well on a very low dose just at night. My husband has worked since he was 9 years old (paper route) he is 69 and is burnt out and needs to enjoy his life I'm doing this (Florida) mostly for him, with the promise that if I want to sell we will. Missing my daughter and her family
We have both only lived here grew up in a small town - less than 1000. And are jumping into the abyss and embarking on an adventure. Scary. If we loose our buts, so be it,at least we are going for it.
Impelling like a kid again.