She doesn't live with me. I actually live an hour and a half away. She is frail, 88 years old and on a walker. My brother lives 20 minutes from her and has a personality disorder. He is part of the stress cause my mom treats his problems as hers. She is rigid, has a anxiety disorder, and is impossible person. I am sick of her and her problems. I'm sick of a lot of things about her. There is no one else. I'm pretty much all she has. So she calls me to help with her problems. My brother only takes her to doctor appointments sometimes and calls 911 in emergency and visits in hospital the few times she was inpatient. There is lots more to the situation. There is always a new problem. I just wish one of us could die. So I could stop worrying or and be stressed so often.
. I sure wish my mother wouldn't have to live so long. My husband doesn't understand. I tried to talk to him. He just doesn't understand.