Finally got my Dad into an assisted living facility yesterday! DH (who’s my freakin’ hero!) worked his ass off for three days, helping me pack, driving Dad around, helping with the move-in, cleaning out his storage facility then driving everything to a donation site. I cleaned his old place then did the walk-through with management, and made sure everyone was fed for three days. We spent $200 for two nights in a hotel, bought him new sheets and a comforter, and began unpacking at his new place. My brother was 100% MIA….until today, when he took him lunch (did I mention he’s paying for three restaurant-style meals every day at the new place?). He also unpacked six (out of 31) remaining boxes. He sent me a text thanking DH and I for ‘picking up the slack.’ What a load of crap! My relationship with my brother ended today.