I thought that the second time my 93 yo father was admitted into the nursing home, my painful chore of taking care of him was finally over. WRONG!! After 8 months, he got stronger, and demanded my sister, with power of attorney, take him back to his home. SH-T! He has been home five months, my brother took off for months, and my sister had to retire, to move here to help, even though she cannot speak clearly at all. I have been forced to be there every evening to lift him around, and to the toilets, and back. My father never wanted me, and warned me as a boy, that i would have to take care of him when he is old. That stuck in my mind, and i sabatoged every relationship i ever started with a woman, knowing i would have to keep rescuing my parents over and over. I quit my small business twice to move back. He has had no concern for my interests, and resented he had to support me. He is getting his "pound of flesh". He has no concernsd for my pain or feelings. The ******* was not a father, but a manipualting sperm dopnor, who has everyone fooled that he is a saint, when he has always resented and treated his own wife, rest her soul, and sons, like low slaves, but expecting worship. I have been tempted to harm him, but ask a Higher Power to put him to sleep. I have lost all desire to put on any women's clothes as of the last few weeks, Zero desire. Having to do his toilet duties, has totally turned me off to wanting to dress, though i do look at my photos some. If my lousy brother ever gets back here, i will for the second time, make a Declaration of Independence from having to care for this sick, loveless man. He never, ever, should have been married. My mom was a sicko for felling sorry for him, and actually marrying him! And, they were both delusional, to have kids!!! My father loved his quarter horses, but not his sons. He should have only had horses, not kids. Dr. Laura says some people should have parakeets, not children! I don't see any dressing again for me, on the horizon. Also trying to fix my car again out in the cold. It never ends.