My grandmother reached a place where she could no longer care for herself. She refused to leave home and fell and broke her humerus.
She has been 100% dependent on others since then because she refused to do the work to get strong again. So my father and step mother didn't have the heart to put her in a nursing home so they brought her to live at their house.
That's when they came to my wife and I and asked for help.
We initially said no but we were guilt tripped into caring for her. It evolved from helping sometimes into us being the only ones who take care of her.
My wife and I are in our earlier 20s and we have no lives besides wiping ass and cleaning messes. We went to Kentucky and sold her house and moved her things into storage because she thinks that she will use her things again.
My parents couldn't handle the guilt of putting her somewhere and couldn't handle the work load of having her. This is bullshit. We get screwed because they can't handle their emotions or lives. We want our lives back.
I feel terrible but I just want her to die so bad. So, so, so, so bad. I watch her every day hoping for a less stable condition to get her in the hospital for at least a couple days for a break on us. I'm happy I'm not alone.