How can i help my parents and manage to deal with them when they are so difficult.
For several years since they turned 50 years they are constantly talking to me about dying. They say they are old and that they will die soon. Sometimes i was fighting with them. You are not old. 50 is not old. We, the children, are grown up, you now have the time and opportunity to enjoy life. Go to trips, go here and there do something for fun. No way, they are convinced they will die soon and talk to me about the cemetery and inheritance. it drives me insane. My husband's parents are much older then them and i never heard them speak about death.
They they are the most stuborn people. When they come to visit us they come witht eh car. it is a long way and i am always nervous. I ask them to take the plane. But they refuse they say that they are too old to travel by plane. That it's much too much trouble in the plane. However 2 days on the road with the car is not traouble. And when they come with everything: pot for tea, tea, coffe, sugar, soap etc. I always tell them that there is all of these here. The car is loaded. They unload everything in our appratment and they take over it. For the time they stay here we are ussually like guest in our appartment. They move things from here to there, they are always in the kitchen, they make grills or cook at 10 in the night. Sometimes i have no idea what is in the fridge while they are here.
They are asking me every 2-3 days if i am pregnant. Sometimes when i am nervous i tell them that since 2 days ago until now i didn't get pregnant.
They are complicating things all the time. For them the smallest thing or problem is like a tragedy. I'm talking to them trying to make them understand that it is not such a big tragedy.
My father makes fun of absolutely everything. Like he likes to mock things and thiks he is smart of funny. This stopped now but when i was a little younger on Christmas after he was full and the dinner was over he used to rub his belly and say "It was such a poor Christmas." I was always mad, how can you say this. There are people who are really poor and have nothing to eat and you say this after finishing you meal. What are you missing? But he was repeating the "It was such a poor Christmas" most probably because he found it funny i was pissed off.
Last thing happened last week when they called me that my mother is in hospital. I thought that something bad happened. Then i found out that she didn't took her treatment. her pills finished and she decided that she doesn't need to buy other. She decided by herself she is healthy. Now when i call home i have to ask if she is taking the pills. What can i do from so far away from them. How can i make them stop about death and take care of themselves.