I now realise I made a mistake when my H died.
I had been caring for him for a few years and very reluctantly agreed to have him go into care.
I was 81 and at the end of my tether.
Within weeks he was diagnosed with cancer and died just 5 months after leaving our home.
I was tired and emotional and made no decisions for the future
Within 6 months my DGD needed a home and she came to live with me.
15 months ago my S also needed a home after a disastrous relationship, they are both still here.
For very personal and MH issues neither of them can move on at present.
I am now 86' tired out constantly, the house is far too big ,the garden is too big although I do have a gardener now but such a lot needs doing and it is expensive to maintain.
I have had cleaners but after the brilliant one gave up during Covid no one has been satisfactory.
My GD does her best but frankly it is not enough and I struggle to do much at all.
I so so wish I hadn’t hesitated and moved to an apartment, I know they have their problems but I feel the problems would have been the family’s to deal with when the time comes and I could relax and enjoy my last years.
Does anyone else feel the same or am I just being a misery?
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