Dad doesn’t care to be with Mom. All he does is ‘force’ himself to try and he’s too old to learn how to do anything correctly.
I already don’t care as I’ve taken too much time off away from working good paying jobs and living life.
The hospital social worker called and I told her that Mom prefers professionals and that she complained that I don’t know what I’m doing, which is true because there needs to be more than one care giver.
I can’t do everything. And during the morning at the ER two days ago, the blackish IT guy told me to get support and to think about it. He has a mother with dementia and his two daughters helps their granny.
Dad won’t stop yakking. Surrounded by twits. Annoying old carts and disabled alike. Sheesh.