We stopped living our own lives 6 years ago because we had to run back and forth to Ohio to take care of her home because she wouldn't move to a smaller home. She is 90 in April and, after she broke her hip, we set her up in an apartment in TN but have to run back and forth to Ohio because she wouldn't let us see the white elephant 5 years ago when it was evident she couldn't take care of things. Now we have spent thousands of dollars trying to keep it going until we can sell it. I want to live my life because I can't do anything. I feel very frustrated and resentful. She can be quite nasty sometimes and ungrateful for all I do for her.