he is kind and sweet and loving to bro and sis and everyone, but with me he is awful. I am here 24/7 and he just told me he can't wait for me to leave and the next time he sees me it'll be at his funeral. What the heck? he puts on this different face when others are around even when he was in the psych ward, they said he was no trouble and the sweetest man. Then he gets home and poof all of that is gone. He fell getting yogurt out of the fridge, I asked him to call me if he needed more food, he ate 2 tuna sandwiches and chips for lunch, oh and a banana. and he was still wanting food so he went to the fridge (partial paralysis and WAYY TOO unsteady to walk around for no reason). I can't pick him up alone anymore he is too weak to help and I've hurt my back too bad from him picking up his feet while you're lifting... does it always. He is stuck there until I can find someone to help get him up. I just don't know why he has to be so nasty... I was telling him I can't pick him up anymore, he told me "has anyone ever told you not to sh#$ where you sleep?" ... what does that mean? I asked. "F*&^ with me and I'll F)*& your world" why? because he has hurt me every time I try to pick him up off the floor? because I didnt' anticipate him wanting yogurt? why? now he's rolling around pulling everything off the shelves and out of the cabinets in the livingroom trying to "find" something to help him get up. How do you get someone into a home who can't afford to pay 5000 a month for care? without just giving them to the state? How do I get through this until we can get him placed? he can't be left alone he is too unpredictable and does such wacko stuff when he's alone.