He goes to work (graveyard shift) so we don’t see each much.
He lives with me in my home (in separate quarters). But on his days off he falls apart by drinking. His car needs repairing so he is using mine.
I am at the age (80) where I see the hand writing on the wall and know that I need to prepare for when I am going to start needing assistance with things. I see my son wasting his life away on his days off and feel he will not be able to help me.
That scares me.
We live in an isolated area. No other family around. I keep in touch with my sisters through my iPad. But I paint them a rosy picture.
I am not strong enough mentally to tell him to get with it.
I love him too much to upset him or ask him to leave. I feel overwhelmed with worry and concern for him and for my future as I am now slowing down.
What can I do?