For most of my childhood my Parents argued and increasingly talked badly of each other to me and my Sibling as we got older, as well as to others inside and outside our family. After my second divorce, I moved to another State and rebuilt my life. I was very happy visiting and caring for therm remotely and having a nice quiet life with a few friends that were like my second family. However, I moved my Parents into my house this year because they only have their SS checks to live off of, have multiple chronic illnesses and declining health. Things were okay for the first few months. I was able to deal with their arguing like a Parent, but last week the arguing, bickering and talking badly about each other to me either became worse or affected me in a way that has never affected me before. My spirit is broken and I find myself thinking about what they said to me about each other all the time. It's like a heavy weight on me and I resent them for doing this to me. I feel like I have gone back in time and I'm reliving the aha moment I had as teenager when I realized they had an unhealthy relationship and not all married couples were like them. I vowed not to have marriages like them, but keeping my mouth shut to avoid an argument only allowed myself to be treated like a doormat by my husbands. I've since concluded my marriages partly failed because I did not have a healthy example of love between my Parents to follow. I have given so much time and attention to them and I lovingly and willingly did it up until this week. I have given up so much (i.e. friends, travel. taking care of myself etc...) because I truly believed it was my duty since they gave of themselves and sacrificed for me. I take care of them all by myself because my Sibling "didn't want to be pushed in direction they didn't want to go in." My Parents will celebrate their 50th anniversary next year and I always planned on having a nice formal party for them, but I no longer feel like it's appropriate since they can't even speak to each other nicely. I feel like I would be a hypocrite, but I know my Sibling is expecting me to plan and finance the party. I don't want to move them out of my house, but I feel like some things have to change if I'm going to survive this situation. They shouldn't say "thank you" and then burden me with their unhappiness. I don't have any "real" friends. My life consists of work, errands, taking them to their medical appointments and taking care of them. Any suggestions on how I can deal with this environment and my disappointment?