Anonymous, I feel your pain. Believe me, I do! My Dad died over a year ago from a stroke, that made his colon cancer worse...he got tossed out of the hospital when they said "time for hospice", and that's when I realized my Mom was "going", and in fact, probably had been for quite some time. I asked my Dad, sharp as a tack until he took his last breath at 79, "How long has she been like this?" He said, "I'm busy dying. She's YOUR problem now." He didn't leave her any of his pension, because he told her "When I die, old woman, your gravy train is over." So I have taken over everything for her...I moved them both into an assisted living center, and he died shortly thereafter. My Mom complains that she feels trapped, that she's going to die there and she hates it. She wants to move back into her house and live alone, but the psychologists tell me she is unable to care for herself anymore; and if I don't sell her house, I won't be able to afford care for her. I have 4 teenagers, work as a sub, have been job-searching for 4 years, but no one wants to hire a 51 year old, because they must all think I'm going to retire next year! HOW? With an additional "kid" added to my plate, I'm ready to scream, and my brother is unemployed and useless...he visits mom if they have a family dinner, and he charges his meal to her bill, which I pay. And my husband's parents are both still in the house he grew up in, so he doesn't really understand, though he tries. I have no Dad, no Mom, and no one else to talk to either. That's why I joined this web site. It's good to be able to vent SOMEWHERE! You are NOT ALONE! There's a whole lot of us going through about the same thing. We all cry more than we should, and don't laugh enough. Try to hug your mom, while she still remembers who you are, as I do with mine. Someday I will just be "that nice lady who comes to visit", and even though that will mean the end of her complaints, it will also be a sad day. Life is not a choice. We get dealt our hands, and we have to play the cards. Measure yourself by how well you play your hand. But ask for help!