So, my parents have been having a lot of trouble with my (paternal) grandparents lately. This is kind of a long story, so thanks in advance to anyone willing to read some or all of it...I will try to be as brief as possible but there is a lot to tell and I largely just need to vent.
About 7 years ago, my grandparents decided to move from Wisconsin to Arizona. They always used to winter in Arizona but they decided they wanted to move down there fulltime, despite protests from my parents since they had no family in Arizona and no one to take care of them if and when they got old enough that they couldn't take care of themselves. Both of them are not and were not at the time in the best health; my grandmother has very bad arthritis and polio and can barely walk, and my grandpa was in the early stages of Parkinson's disease and has various other medical issues. Anyway, they moved to AZ with the intent of never coming home.
A little over a year ago, they could no longer take care of themselves completely on their own. Among other things, my grandpa had a bad fall and could not get up without the help of someone besides my grandma and he was having trouble just getting up from a chair or bed. He also lost his driver's license and his dr. told him he was unfit to drive. So my aunt, my dad's sister, flew from Montana down to Arizona and helped them move in to an assisted living place.
Apparently it was terrible. I don't know the details, I just remember it was really really small (they had to get rid of most of their personal belongings and they put their socks/underwear in the drawers in the kitchen because they couldn't fit a dresser into the bedroom to put them in) and they claimed that everything about the place was horrible, from the "service" to the food. My aunt didn't know what to do with them so my parents flew down there and saw first-hand how bad it was, and convinced my grandparents to move back to Wisconsin with them. My grandma really wanted to move back home at the time, she kept begging my parents to help her and to get her out of the place they were in. My grandpa was adamant about NOT moving, he absolutely did NOT want to move back to Wisconsin and claimed he didn't want to die there. But my parents did manage to convince him to come home. They set my grandparents up in an assisted living place in the same town that my parents live in and brought them there.
It was complaint after complaint from day 1. Among other things:
1) My grandpa wants his driver's license back. He absolutely will NOT drop this subject. He is 100% convinced that he is fine to drive and anyone, from my father to the doctors to his wife, who tells him otherwise is out of their mind. There's no reason why he shouldn't have a car and by damn, he is going to find a way to get one and drive! Also, he's very bitter about growing old. I understand that it's very hard to lose stuff like your driver's license but he's just kind of ridiculous about it. For example, he says stuff like, "My best advice to anyone is to not get old."
2) They didn't have enough independence. The assisted living place that they were at provided a number of services including having someone come in to their apartment several times a day to administer medication, since my grandparents wouldn't take it on their own or would get confused as to what they should take when. They also got at least 1 and up to 3 meals a day, which they didn't like because the food was awful.
3) The staff sucked and the manager was a bitch who they clashed with constantly.
4) Money money money! Nevermind that they have PLENTY of money (seriously, they're not about to run out ANY time soon), everything from the plane tickets to get home (which my parents payed for, and my grandparents never paid them back) to the apartment itself, to a hospital bed that they were renting for my grandpa that cost something like $20/month, was too expensive. They complained about this constantly.
Okay, so long story short, after about 6 or 7 months, my parents decided to get them their own apartment, since my grandparents kept complaining about how they wanted more independence and couldn't stand the assisted living place. They found the perfect apartment, in a very nice complex (the same complex I was living in before I moved, actually) that was on the ground floor (rare) and right next to the main parking spots (super rare) so that when my grandparents wanted to go out, they wouldn't have to walk far (at this point, neither one of them can walk without a walker, and even with that it's a stretch for either of them to walk across the apartment without losing their breath.) The apartment has a public transportation service for people like my grandparents or other people who don't have vehicles. And my parents found someone (lady named Andrea) who would help them do their grocery shopping/laundry/some cooking/etc.
Of course, the complaining never stopped. Now it's the carpet in the apartment; it's frayed and dirty and they shouldn't have to live with it, or pay to repair/clean it. It's all the money they have to pay Andrea to come once a week to do chores for them. Grandpa is still adamant about getting a car, and demanding that my dad let him use one of their cars, since they have 2. (never mind that he doesn't have an actual driver's license anymore.) They just seem absolutely incapable of being happy.
Did I mention that my parents do a ton of stuff for them? They have Andrea to do some of the chores for them, but every time they need to complain about something, or they need something like they ran out of milk in the middle of the week, they call my parents. My parents talk to them at LEAST once a day on the phone, and see them several times a week. And my parents have tried to make them happy and comfortable, by taking them out to dinner or bringing them take-out. One thing my grandparents complained about when they moved to the apartment was that they weren't going to be able to socialize with anyone ever again, or see people anymore. So my parents offered to bring them back to the assisted living place once in a while to see their friends, or take them out to dinner with them, or whatever. But then my grandparents complain about having to leave their apartment, and it's too much of a hassle, and the food isn't any good, and on and on and on!
My grandfather is a real jerk, too...as an example, he has a sister who lives in a town a few hours south of where he lives. He and his sister were never really that close, until recently. Her husband died recently and since grandpa moved back to Wisconsin, they have started talking more often and gotten closer. So now his sister is planning a trip to come see him. He got all excited and said he wanted her to come. Why? Not because he likes her; he outright admitted to my parents that he still can't stand her. No, he wants to see her to 1) show off my parents' house and amenities to her (my parent have a very nice house, and a large garden, and have worked extremely hard to make their property rather impressive...not to show it off to anyone, but because they wanted to so they made it happen.) and 2) because he's still bitter about some petty dispute that he and his sister had many years ago, and he wants to take her out to dinner with the rest of my family and "lay it on her" in public, in front of family and strangers, and tell her exactly what he thinks of her.
This is what my parents deal with every single day. I can't really depict how bad it in this one post; what I've said here is only a fraction of what I hear about most days. Also, my parents are not that young; they are both in their mid-60s and my dad has health issues (he had some heart problems and kidney problems and is currently battling with kidney/lung cancer, and doing very well thankfully, but still this can not be good for his health to deal with this.)
My brother and I have told my parents repeatedly that they need to distance themselves from my grandparents. They agree but have a hard time doing it; my mother especially is very compassionate and every time one of my grandparents feeds her some sob story about how horrible their life is, my mom feels bad for them and tries to do something to help...and then gets burned, because 99% of the time, whatever my mom does, my grandparents just complain about it, or they have some nasty comment to make to her about it. My mom has told me how hurt she feels about all this, and that she is convinced that my grandmother, particularly, is a very good actress and good at lying to make my mom feel bad in order to get stuff out of my mom.
I told my parents again tonight that they should just take a week at least and not have any contact with my grandparents at all. They should tell Andrea that they are unavailable and could she maybe check on my grandparents an extra time or two during the week, and be available to help them in case something like "we ran out of milk again" comes up. And if my grandparents try to call my parents, to just ignore the phone (they have caller ID) and not respond to any of their calls unless it is absolutely life or death (like one of them is in the hospital.)
I, and they, don't know what else to do. They are completely worn out because they have been dealing with this day in and day out for nearly a year now and they are exhausted. And they feel like they have no time to themselves anymore; just today, they were trying to work in their garden when they got a phone call from my grandparents that resulted in nearly 5 hours of my parents' time, and by the time they get done, they're so tired and burnt out that they don't feel like doing their own activities anymore.
Does anyone else have any advice on this matter?
About 7 years ago, my grandparents decided to move from Wisconsin to Arizona. They always used to winter in Arizona but they decided they wanted to move down there fulltime, despite protests from my parents since they had no family in Arizona and no one to take care of them if and when they got old enough that they couldn't take care of themselves. Both of them are not and were not at the time in the best health; my grandmother has very bad arthritis and polio and can barely walk, and my grandpa was in the early stages of Parkinson's disease and has various other medical issues. Anyway, they moved to AZ with the intent of never coming home.
A little over a year ago, they could no longer take care of themselves completely on their own. Among other things, my grandpa had a bad fall and could not get up without the help of someone besides my grandma and he was having trouble just getting up from a chair or bed. He also lost his driver's license and his dr. told him he was unfit to drive. So my aunt, my dad's sister, flew from Montana down to Arizona and helped them move in to an assisted living place.
Apparently it was terrible. I don't know the details, I just remember it was really really small (they had to get rid of most of their personal belongings and they put their socks/underwear in the drawers in the kitchen because they couldn't fit a dresser into the bedroom to put them in) and they claimed that everything about the place was horrible, from the "service" to the food. My aunt didn't know what to do with them so my parents flew down there and saw first-hand how bad it was, and convinced my grandparents to move back to Wisconsin with them. My grandma really wanted to move back home at the time, she kept begging my parents to help her and to get her out of the place they were in. My grandpa was adamant about NOT moving, he absolutely did NOT want to move back to Wisconsin and claimed he didn't want to die there. But my parents did manage to convince him to come home. They set my grandparents up in an assisted living place in the same town that my parents live in and brought them there.
It was complaint after complaint from day 1. Among other things:
1) My grandpa wants his driver's license back. He absolutely will NOT drop this subject. He is 100% convinced that he is fine to drive and anyone, from my father to the doctors to his wife, who tells him otherwise is out of their mind. There's no reason why he shouldn't have a car and by damn, he is going to find a way to get one and drive! Also, he's very bitter about growing old. I understand that it's very hard to lose stuff like your driver's license but he's just kind of ridiculous about it. For example, he says stuff like, "My best advice to anyone is to not get old."
2) They didn't have enough independence. The assisted living place that they were at provided a number of services including having someone come in to their apartment several times a day to administer medication, since my grandparents wouldn't take it on their own or would get confused as to what they should take when. They also got at least 1 and up to 3 meals a day, which they didn't like because the food was awful.
3) The staff sucked and the manager was a bitch who they clashed with constantly.
4) Money money money! Nevermind that they have PLENTY of money (seriously, they're not about to run out ANY time soon), everything from the plane tickets to get home (which my parents payed for, and my grandparents never paid them back) to the apartment itself, to a hospital bed that they were renting for my grandpa that cost something like $20/month, was too expensive. They complained about this constantly.
Okay, so long story short, after about 6 or 7 months, my parents decided to get them their own apartment, since my grandparents kept complaining about how they wanted more independence and couldn't stand the assisted living place. They found the perfect apartment, in a very nice complex (the same complex I was living in before I moved, actually) that was on the ground floor (rare) and right next to the main parking spots (super rare) so that when my grandparents wanted to go out, they wouldn't have to walk far (at this point, neither one of them can walk without a walker, and even with that it's a stretch for either of them to walk across the apartment without losing their breath.) The apartment has a public transportation service for people like my grandparents or other people who don't have vehicles. And my parents found someone (lady named Andrea) who would help them do their grocery shopping/laundry/some cooking/etc.
Of course, the complaining never stopped. Now it's the carpet in the apartment; it's frayed and dirty and they shouldn't have to live with it, or pay to repair/clean it. It's all the money they have to pay Andrea to come once a week to do chores for them. Grandpa is still adamant about getting a car, and demanding that my dad let him use one of their cars, since they have 2. (never mind that he doesn't have an actual driver's license anymore.) They just seem absolutely incapable of being happy.
Did I mention that my parents do a ton of stuff for them? They have Andrea to do some of the chores for them, but every time they need to complain about something, or they need something like they ran out of milk in the middle of the week, they call my parents. My parents talk to them at LEAST once a day on the phone, and see them several times a week. And my parents have tried to make them happy and comfortable, by taking them out to dinner or bringing them take-out. One thing my grandparents complained about when they moved to the apartment was that they weren't going to be able to socialize with anyone ever again, or see people anymore. So my parents offered to bring them back to the assisted living place once in a while to see their friends, or take them out to dinner with them, or whatever. But then my grandparents complain about having to leave their apartment, and it's too much of a hassle, and the food isn't any good, and on and on and on!
My grandfather is a real jerk, too...as an example, he has a sister who lives in a town a few hours south of where he lives. He and his sister were never really that close, until recently. Her husband died recently and since grandpa moved back to Wisconsin, they have started talking more often and gotten closer. So now his sister is planning a trip to come see him. He got all excited and said he wanted her to come. Why? Not because he likes her; he outright admitted to my parents that he still can't stand her. No, he wants to see her to 1) show off my parents' house and amenities to her (my parent have a very nice house, and a large garden, and have worked extremely hard to make their property rather impressive...not to show it off to anyone, but because they wanted to so they made it happen.) and 2) because he's still bitter about some petty dispute that he and his sister had many years ago, and he wants to take her out to dinner with the rest of my family and "lay it on her" in public, in front of family and strangers, and tell her exactly what he thinks of her.
This is what my parents deal with every single day. I can't really depict how bad it in this one post; what I've said here is only a fraction of what I hear about most days. Also, my parents are not that young; they are both in their mid-60s and my dad has health issues (he had some heart problems and kidney problems and is currently battling with kidney/lung cancer, and doing very well thankfully, but still this can not be good for his health to deal with this.)
My brother and I have told my parents repeatedly that they need to distance themselves from my grandparents. They agree but have a hard time doing it; my mother especially is very compassionate and every time one of my grandparents feeds her some sob story about how horrible their life is, my mom feels bad for them and tries to do something to help...and then gets burned, because 99% of the time, whatever my mom does, my grandparents just complain about it, or they have some nasty comment to make to her about it. My mom has told me how hurt she feels about all this, and that she is convinced that my grandmother, particularly, is a very good actress and good at lying to make my mom feel bad in order to get stuff out of my mom.
I told my parents again tonight that they should just take a week at least and not have any contact with my grandparents at all. They should tell Andrea that they are unavailable and could she maybe check on my grandparents an extra time or two during the week, and be available to help them in case something like "we ran out of milk again" comes up. And if my grandparents try to call my parents, to just ignore the phone (they have caller ID) and not respond to any of their calls unless it is absolutely life or death (like one of them is in the hospital.)
I, and they, don't know what else to do. They are completely worn out because they have been dealing with this day in and day out for nearly a year now and they are exhausted. And they feel like they have no time to themselves anymore; just today, they were trying to work in their garden when they got a phone call from my grandparents that resulted in nearly 5 hours of my parents' time, and by the time they get done, they're so tired and burnt out that they don't feel like doing their own activities anymore.
Does anyone else have any advice on this matter?

Sorry, no advice, just sympathy! 

(I still go over there, simply because I consider it bad form to cut her off completely.
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