I get being exhausted and feeling like no one is helping—was sort of the role of an emotional caregiver of sorts— before my dad passed away in July, I lived down the street from him and had dinner over there three times a owe hardly saw him or even called him. Because I “didn’t have anyone else to take of”, it was all good. I did feel like I had to sacrifice my life to a large extent to be a companion to my dad (he didn’t want friends). So I understand the LW’s frustration. But why is she blaming the kid? She should ask sister to step up.