I do see that this thread died a year ago. By sharing here, though, I KNOW some people will see it because alerts are sent.
So, here goes. DH was a spoiled boy that went from house to house until he got what he wanted. He got what he wanted mostly from his Great Aunt. She is now 94. A few years ago, she got kicked out of one relative's house. Her late husband told her that if she were ever alone, a man would attack her. So, she walked down the lane to another nephew's house to sleep in their recliner. When she would get sick, she was always sent to my house. I have no real training but I have dealt with IVs and MRSA. That has been a re-occurring problem for her. After getting kicked out of that house, she would come to my house at night, and spend a few weekends a month with yet another relative because we went to different churches. It didn't take long to get kicked out of there too. She was just too mean and demanding. After about a month of just spending the night with me, she would insist on spending 24/7. My husband had nothing (and I do mean NOTHING) to do with her, so he didn't care. When I complained about the stress, he would tell me he couldn't make her leave. Then she got really sick, had a heart attack and stroke, another bout of MRSA, and then her thyroid became a problem. In and out of the hospital, I always stayed on her side. She is terrified of nursing homes, so I would talk to the doctor about why he wanted her in a nursing home. I hated the stress she was causing me, but fear is fear. She wasn't kidding about that.
She began to take seizures, and it was no longer a choice. She HAD to live with me. One night while my truck driving husband was home, she began yelling at me. I don't know if she had been having a bad dream or what, but she demanded I leave the house, and sleep in the chicken coop. Yes, my husband allowed it. No, I haven't forgiven him, It was a cold night.
The next morning she was told to either apologize or leave. She left. She was told by her sister and her sister's children that she couldn't stay with them. She was kicked out of a nursing home, and my DH's mother finally had enough of her yesterday. She is back here, and already telling me what to do.
Of all the stupid things, she is furious that the fresh eggs were not IMMEDIATELY refrigerated. I live in PA. It is cold, and the eggs were just laid. I cannot convince her that they will be okay for a few hours (or days, or even weeks) until I get them cleaned up. She is convinced margarine belongs on the counter for weeks until it is all used up.
I am more than 20 years younger than my husband. I want a baby not a granny. I put my life on hold at 17 to raise a nephew and little brother. I finished that job (a pleasure to raise my sweet nephew) only a few years ago. I cannot have Easter, my birthday, anniversary, Christmas, a vacation ... I must be with her inside the house when the sun sets or she cries. Longevity is on her side. She can live another 20 years.
Not that I wish her ill will! I just don't know how I am going to survive another two years (or was it three?) like I did before.