@bowlingbun - I’ve mentioned this before, none of the siblings care. I feel guilt and help out. They see her struggle everyday, no one bats an eyelid.
When we sit to eat, it’s Mum, me, and three older siblings. Her arthritis is really bad and she has no teeth so she tries to mush the food up with water and then spoon it in. I’m the only one who will cut everything into small pieces for her so she can spoon it in. The others eat their food, chat their **** and that’s it. Once or twice, I’ve just eaten my own food and left her to it and the others won’t help.
That’s how bad it is.
@chris-22081 I’m the mug for martyring my life. I should have upped and left ten odd years ago when I had the chance. Don’t feel sorry for me anyone, it was my own choice. I did it to to support her but sometimes I wish I hadn’t.
I had a bit of an argument with a sibling yesterday. It was over nothing but he had to go over the top and get really nasty. Mum told me to shut up. I was not in the wrong and that really really pissed me off. I’ve read other people’s stories on here, why is it the one who does everything for the caree is the one that is treated like ****? I was so annoyed with her that I called her a silly cow and stormed off to my room. Childish I know but when you run around after someone day in day out (my choice I know), you expect a bit of kindness from them.
Roll on to today. She said something that the sibling didn’t agree with. He was saying all kinds of things to her “useless b***h”, “spend some money, go out instead of staying in all day”, and on and on and on. She was looking at me to say something but I just walked off. That’s your favourite son, enjoy.
I’ve told her numerous times to kick him out but she won’t. This isn’t anything new, it’s a daily occurrence. He just hurls abuse at anyone and everyone. She won’t call the Police either so nothing I can do.
We seem to have a bit of a hierarchy at ours in terms of her favourites and I am right at the very bottom. One wrong word from me and it’s like I’ve become Satan, whereas the others can curse her and not help her with anything and that’s fine.
She’s pissed herself today/yesterday. You can smell it but I am not changing her diaper. None of the others give a **** and she puts them on a pedestal so about time I did the same.
I wish I could just run away from this crap and never think about it again.
I’m writing this at just after midnight. I wish I could just sleep but I feel so trapped and suffocated by it all.