Matejka, I have moods like yours often. I have very little family. When our mother died my sister took off for NM. She didn't want to get stuck with our father. I GOT him and made my life miserable. He beat me up two Mother's Days in a row because he remembered I had a son and wasn't married. My brother had two many stairs he said, so not a good place for our father.
When my father fell off a ladder (just the first step) because he hadn't anchored it or extended it fully (it was an A-frame) - he fractured his back in 3 places. Had to have a hospital bed in the basement with an IV. None of us knew how to program it , whatever except for my very young son. He had watched the nurse and was able to duplicate every thing he saw her do.
BTW it is true "Only the good die young!" My mom passed at 77 due to breast cancer that had spread. She had refused chemo & or radiation. My father died at 90 - from inhalation pneumonia. I was told he had dementia and had forgotten how to swallow properly. Well that was THEIR story anyway. He was in a nursing home then and had been confined to a wheel chair. He kept busy going into other patient's rooms and stealing anything that caught his eye.
The nursing home called often to say he had pneumonia again and again and that he needed "last rites." Then he would rally . The last time they called, was indeed the last time and he died. It was quite a shock because he had bounced back so many times before. My father did visit me twice(as a ghost) or my imagination- where he tried to choke me to death or worse. Thankfully he found someone else to haunt or ???. I didn't need anymore nightmares.
BTW my son turned out to be a computer whiz(must have been spontaneous combustion ( I used to joke) and got hired as soon as he graduated college. I was just a lowly dog groomer(a job I loved)- my brother only respected people that made more money than him. He worked for the government for 28 years. Yet our sister who worked for local government made more $$ than him.
When my brother realized he was "stuck" with me as about the only living local relative he decided I was better than nothing and we sort of get along now. Though he does throw hissy fits if I take too long to count out change for the store clerk, and was madder still when the clerk went to hand me some small change and she dropped it and the conveyor belt swallowed it up. It was only a few pennies.
My brother lives alone and loves it (sure needs to hire a cleaning lady though) I live alone and hate it. I'd love to have a dog but, can't afford vet bills on top of my own bills. Besides I figure I'm getting closer and closer to my "expiration date," and would have no one that would take a dog that outlived me.
One of the shopping centers out here invites folks with dogs to bring them on weekends - so I love to go there and get to pet them all. One little black dog saw me and we both fell in love. Unfortunately her owner did not want to give her up.
