hugs to MKAC and Mast and Photo and CE and Alone...

right now, vast and overwhelming describes my sadness and anger as well.
I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate my family of origin.
I can never do anything right. All of the work I have done writing letters and banging on doors to get my mother a place and she decides she won't take it because it's "inconvenient" for my siblings. Forget the fact that it is near me and I can get there in seconds. Forget that I am the one that brings her to all the doctors, and grocery stores, and pharmacies and so on. That I am the one who got her old house sold and single-handedly cleared out 40 years of life, got all of her addresses changed, got her taxes handled, found a reputable lawyer...all while selling my own home and going thru surgeries and chemo. Forget that I am the only one of her 7 children that took her in when things got so bad with my brother. Forget all that. She needs to be in a location convenient to my siblings. Oh...and she's having thanksgiving at my sister's (who lives nearby) instead of going to my sister's in CT like I had planned out for her.