I am 24, a Grad Student, and I want to move in to an apartment with my best friend.
My father is near 70, has congestive heart failure, but can function by himself. He has been depressed on and off since my mother passed away when I was 18. He has 8 kids, 6 of which are from exwives and live in another state. I am the youngest and have been the primary care giver since my mom died. He's been telling me he's dying and I have to take care of him since I was 15.
Yesterday I told him I kind of want to move out in the fall, but that I would still come by and help him out. The thing is he is mostly self sufficient, but he often plays up his illness to have me do things for him like mow the lawn, do laundry, get him sodas, ect. I do not mind doing these things for my father, but he guilts me in to doing them instead of asking, and gets mad if I do not do them on his time, and then frequently will be well enough five minutes later to go play golf with his friends or do other things.
This place is a bad place for me to live, especially now. I am very busy with school work, and I teach and have a second job. I'm busy, often. Sometimes he wakes me up at three a.m. by talking loudly to the dogs (he has six). I can not have a social life because the dogs are unruly and use the bathroom all over the house, and my father doesn't wear anything other than a robe and underwear. He gets mad when I go out, and berates me for it, even while he discusses the wild things he did as a twenty something year old. He is prone to saying racist and sexist things that make me uncomfortable and won't stop when I ask. I am unhappy here, and it has led me to being depressed for long periods of time. He is controlling. Last summer he tried to make me quit my job because he had a staph infection. I feel like I'm losing out on an important part of life, and his death is my only escape and that makes me feel even worse. Then he wants me to take care of the dogs when he dies, and though some of them are old, and won't be around long (which I hate thinking, too) whenever one does pass he picks up a younger one. He could still live for ten more years, or even more, which is great, but at the same time I feel trapped. I want to go on to get a Ph.D and am willing to obtain it somewhere close, but I also want to experience having my own space.
Am I being selfish? I caught him talking lowly of me on the phone, saying I was "breaking promises" and how he suspects I stole 500$ from him (I didn't). I need a home life that is calm, collected, and emotionally supportive and i am not getting it here. I feel like an angry teenager. Am I wrong to want to move out? I want to still help him, but live my own life. Has anyone else gone through this? How did you handle it? What did you do? Does this make me a shitty person?