Hannafore, you have my sympathy.
My sister was a headteacher with a wonderful husband who did all the cooking, the odd jobs and took care of the finances. When he died in 2010 she was totally lost. We live 100 miles apart so I spent a lot of time travelling up and down trying to help her, the more I did the more she relied on me.
She was able to have a cooked meal at school and lived on weetabix in the evenings, I kid you not. Weekends and holidays I spent teaching her basic ‘survival skills’ ie how to poach a piece of salmon, boil an egg or bake a potato. All the time she treated me with disdain, ‘I’m a professional not a cook’. Failing to see that the rest of us managed a career and culinary skills along with household maintenance, finances and changing light bulbs.
After three years of this, including suicide threats whenever I tried to back away my dh put his foot down and we moved to France.
She continued her weetabix and school dinner routine until we returned to the UK. She didn’t once come to visit me but I continued to visit her at least twice a year.
Since our return in 2016 she has retired, so no school dinners and has tried hard to regain the pre France arrangement with knobs on. I had to be fairly brutal and tell her that she’s welcome to visit me often but she must share the cooking. I hardly go to her at all any more because she’s such hard work, all about her always and lots of martyr type comments. I did persuade her to volunteer at a soup kitchen and was amazed when she did. She washes dishes two days a week and gets a hot meal for her pains.
She’s on her way over to me as I write, complete with her oh’s ashes, another thread entirely. I am going to suggest a diamond made from said ashes as suggested by wonderful helpful GN ers. Wish me luck.
Hanna be brave, back away or you will be left with a childlike clinger that just won’t be independent.