I took care of my dad for years… by myself as the rest of my family couldn’t handle his personality and sometimes mean and hateful front… but I always knew who he was deep down inside and even when I was frustrated he always knew I loved him and would be there (not as an enabler) but as his support. It was a lot of weight to carry… one that I used to swear I would not miss.
It’s been 2.5 years since I lost my dad to suicide after a rocky road with alcoholism followed by paranoid schizophrenia… I would give anything to have him back… and sometimes… like tonight… my life feels incomplete and empty without him. I know it’s so hard, and completely emotionally draining at times, but if there is one word of advice I could give it’s to cherish the good times and stand firm in your love in the hard times. There is a difference between enabling and letting them know you love them.
Someday when all is said and done you might look back and tears may fall at the loss of your loved one, their baggage and all.