This is going to be a long story - but I'll try to keep it as short as possible. My mother passed when I was a teenager so it has been me and my father since then. We have always had a great relationship and have always looked out for and taken care of each other. After I divorced my first husband I moved home with my father. Because we got along so well it worked out great for both of us. We decided that for financial reasons we would get our then paid for house refinanced so we have a mortgage that I have paid and agreed to pay since day one. Fast forward, years later, I met a man dated him for about 3 years and after getting my fathers "approval" we got married. My father liked him (talked and joked with him) until we got married and he moved in. I explained to my now husband that I could not move to his place or buy a home because I am paying a mortgage at my dads. It just didn't make sense to pay two mortgages/rent if it was not necessary. My husband and my father both agreed. Well it went down hill fast and unfortunately I have to say it was mainly because of my father. The one thing my husband did wrong was move in and organize / rearrange stuff the way he thought it should go even stuff that was not his – he even threw away stuff that was not his. My father has called my husband stupid, and admitted to doing things just to upset my husband. I over heard him on the phone one time telling a friend he was going to make it a point to run my husband away. My husband usually remained quiet and just tried his best to not complain and stay out of my fathers way. My father on the other hand would call me in his room the second I arrived home from work each day to tell me that my husband left the shower curtain hanging the wrong way after taking a shower or he moved the dishrag from where he left it. My father accused my husband of stealing stuff – which we would find somewhere in his room and basically I’ve been caught in the middle for the last 5 years. Well about three years ago, as things continued to get worse my husband demanded we move and have our own place. I (not knowing how we would do it – me having to continue to pay for the mortgage at my dads house) agreed. So we moved out and it was a complete struggle financially – doable but a struggle. Along with this, after we moved my father was put in the hospital for CHF and was diagnosed with dementia. With all of that – it just made sense to move back home with him. He never had any groceries because he could not afford to buy any and I had always bought groceries – it just made sense for everyone if we were all under one roof. He went through a period of talking to himself, saying he was talking to the devil and I thought I was about to lose him – luckily he stopped soon after we moved back in and at first everything was ok. But over the last couple of months they have again went down hill. He wants me to cook 2 different meals each Sunday so he can eat throughout the week. When I did this he would complain about my food. I’m a healthy eater on most days and don’t use butter, whole milk and cheeses and bake biscuits everyday. So after he complained so many times I quit cooking. During this time I had a baby, discovered I have blood clot in my leg and have been having to pay out of pocket for Lovenox which is very expensive. I’ve been worried about my own health and he never asks well how are you doing – or can I do anything to help with your medicine – instead each day I hear about he thinks we purposely are raising his water bill to hurt him (I pay the power bill too) who would purposely do that? The toilet has been leaking he accused my husband of breaking it on purpose…well why would he do that when he knows WE would have to pay to get it fixed. So each day I am sooo mad at him – for trying to ruin my marriage, for not being concerned about anyone but himself, for not being my buddy – the person I have adored my whole life…yet I’m stuck. I can not move out because I can not pay two mortgages and even if I could his health is failing he is 5’11 and a year and half ago he weighed 140 which is thin for him but now he is 116. As good of a father as he has been to me there is no way I could leave him. No way. But I want to. Sadly, I don't like who he is not. Again - this is the short version. I just want to be married, raise my daughter and live as close to a normal family life as possible and I’m mad that I don’t have that and I feel so guilty for wanting it as bad as I do. If you’ve made it this far – thank you. Any and all feedback is welcomed.