Dysfunctional Siblings Create Hell on Earth

My idea of Hell is this:

Imagine you are destined to take care of your 92 year old parent who has dementia and can’t walk.

The most positive part is where you live. You live in a beautiful Resort house on the beach. The view is marvelous. And it might as well be, because you really don’t get to go out and have a life outside of the house. On the outside, it looks like a nice situation. But it isn’t. You are locked into a situation where you live in a gorgeous resort area, with a marvelous view, but the downside is you are without a life. Your hours are spent overseeing the needs of the parent, no matter that he has 24/7 care givers (they are paid, but not too bright). In spite of the appearance of living in a cushy life, you are constantly battling against two siblings who are intent on removing you from living there, have already stopped paying you for your work (an agreement you all made was for you to be paid, and for 6 months now, you haven’t been paid) and create a weekly crisis.

The attorneys you have to hire to fight back against the craziness of your siblings are costly. To abandon your parent is an option, but then again, not an option your conscience can stand to make. No one who had any sense would be overseeing him if it weren’t for you. He deserves to be taken care of.

Every dime you make by dumpster-diving and reselling treasures is spent on your attorneys. You haven’t had a 24 hour break in over 6 months. Plus, the pollen count gives you serious headaches, enough to make you want to contemplate suicide. The emotional stress of seeing firsthand the deterioration of your favorite family member is bad enough, but what about you? Who takes care of you? When do you get to process your emotions? Your mother died, unusual as it may be, that has helped the situation by removing one thing the two crazy siblings were wanting you to take on. They actually wanted me to take care of two invalids at the same time, not just one, but two. Further, they are intent on doing anything they can to limit your control of the situation. And, well, they have succeeded with that.

I am not paid. Not fed. No perks. Just a place to live. A place with an ailing parent, who will one day die.