I also sat with my own mother and improved her last days.

I had to quit my job because caregiving took up all my free time.

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And throughout those long days, I practically had no time to communicate with my children or my husband.

Our evenings together and open conversations from the past disappeared. I didn't have time to communicate with my children and assist them with their matters. They didn't rush to visit their grandmother; everything fell on me.

Now it's all over, and there is emptiness in my life. The sense of purpose is lost.

Elderly people are incredibly moody and demand more than just care and necessary handling.

They also want attention, comfort, and hope. We have to go above and beyond and provide them with that.

Our sense of guilt and fear of loss compel us to manipulate them: What if it's their last day, and how will we live with this feeling of guilt?

But my husband was furious. I brought my mother into our apartment, which I dedicated myself to, and he didn't plan to live in a hospice-like branch with its specific way of life and distinct smells.

But what was I supposed to do? Who would take care of my mother instead of me?

What should I do with her when she couldn't even do basic things for herself?

At first, he stayed silent, endured it, even though he wasn't thrilled. He started spending more time at work and coming up with things far away from home.

Then he suddenly began exchanging messages on social media. He didn't hide it, but he found a sympathetic friend to talk to.

He complained about how daily life was consuming him, how he was burdened by the crazy old woman. After all, he's still young, but he has an infirmary here and doesn't want to live alone.

Of course, the cunning lonely woman supported him in everything and invited him to visit, saying, "Just relax in a normal atmosphere."

And he hurried to take a break, even though he could have helped me a little, so we could relax together.

Of course, it's clear how it all turned out. Now he is on an indefinitely long break with her.

The children moved to a rented apartment to avoid being bothered by their grandmother. She is confused in her memories; she repeats things for the tenth time, and then there are those smells.

Now I reflect: Could we not have shared the responsibility for taking care of our grandmother at all? It would have been much simpler.

And now I'm alone.

I lost my future and my family while rescuing a hopeless old woman. I can't go back to work.

They organized a quick retirement for me, rest, they said...

I'm resting. I'm contemplating where I went wrong.

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