So I feel like a crybaby. I protested quite loudly beforehand but here I am -- primary caregiver to my husband's mother (she is bipolar and has dementia). In the 29 years we've been married, I met her 6 times before we brought her to our state. She went to assisted living for about 16 months. That was fine in the beginning but her needs increased and her income did not. We brought her to live with us at the end of January. I have caregivers 4 hours a day Monday through Saturday. The rest of the time, she is our responsibility. My husband works full-time and I notice that he's coming home later and later during the week. On the weekends, my husband has been good about placing her in a chair near wherever he's working. It still is SUCH a huge responsibility -- cooking, cleaning, shopping, showering, bringing her water, helping her up/down stairs, appointments, paperwork, filling prescriptions, dolling out meds, listening to her "stories" (she's currently focused on Paul McCartney -- apparently, they're getting married). Everything. Everything. What does she do for herself? Well -- sometimes in the middle of the night she'll change her clothes. Anyway -- I'm just so disappointed in how I feel about being in this situation. I don't even know the woman. She has four children, including a DAUGHTER. We're all in our 50's - 60's. I just don't know how to accept this. I want to scream. I want to run away. I want to disappear. But I feel like such a brat for feeling this way.