
I was so excited about Dad ready to go to assisted living! I’ve done the paperwork, got him on the wait list, and have told him what I’m doing every step of the way. Yesterday brother calls him (first time in three weeks, btw) then Dad calls me and said he’s not ready to give up his ‘freedom’ yet. He feels better now than he did two years ago (lie!). He deserves cable, internet, and to eat when he’s hungry, not when someone tells him to. I made a call to both of them and told them I’m done. I’m through running my ass off to make things easier for them, only to be shot down every.damned.time. I told Dad that he’ll have to call his doctors for meds refills, and told brother that he can handle the day to say issues since I’m a thousand miles away. Now if I can just control these tears of frustration....