I'm new to the forum, but not to caregiving. I've been caring for my mom since two years after my dad died in 2000, when she experienced a dropped foot from a botched knee replacement. So it's been--um--12 years now? I'm the youngest of seven siblings, the only one who doesn't have any children, all five of my brothers are married and have children, and my sister is an alcoholic, so it kind of fell to me.
It sort of went okay for a while, you know? I have a room that's all my own where I can go if I really need space. Seven years ago we got a little dog, which I NEVER thought we'd do. But lately, we've been sniping at each other like old fish wives--and boy, she knows how to hurt. She truly does. Then I feel guilty, like--my gosh, she's 86, she's had a hard life, give the woman a break, you know?
I don't know, my life is shit, and it will be til I die. :*(
Thanks, if you read this far.