I’m tired. My head hurts. I’ve been at it since July, dealing with my father’s Alzheimer’s, my mother’s bad back, my father’s suddenly death, and my mother’s consequent break-down, and her never-ending bad back. Her grief leaves little time for me, and for my writing. Fact is, she’s almost an emotional vampire, draining everything out of me. No, it is not intentional, but I don’t know how else to explain it. I’m exhausted after battling their ill health for nearly four years.
Everything is magnified when you are this tired. Right now, I just want to sleep. The way things look, this evening, it’s only going to get worse. I’ve come to realize that we can be pushed, emotionally by our families, to the point where we are past coping. My sister and I are both reaching this point. There are times when I just don’t understand why people must act the way that they do. All I know is I’m terrified this is going to end with my physical, emotional, and financial destruction.
I just don’t understand why.
All I do know is that parents, no matter how good and well-meaning, and how needy should never push their children to this point. They should understand they need to have some mercy on us. Our elderly parents deserve our devotion and our care, but should they require us to give up our very lives for them?