Today's Win: You're Finally Asleep
Dear Dad,
I got you tucked into bed around 3am this morning.
You were an absolute terror yesterday. Since 10am.
Everything about you was a complete 180 from the day before. You looked at me like I was a sworn enemy. And while I've gotten used to you not recognizing me, I'm not sure I'll ever get adjusted to you treating me so disrespectfully and with such hatred.
Me and mom had to change you twice yesterday. If you were compliant, it would take no more than 5 minutes but you fight it and it usually lasts about an hour. Absolute torture.
Most of the time, it's me shielding mom from your kicks and smacks. At 87 years old, you're still very strong despite your lack of balance, shuffling gait, and all the falls you've suffered. Your punches hurt.
Mom gets so angry seeing you hit me, I'm afraid she'll stroke out and die before you do.
I'm covered in new scratches and marks that layer over the old ones you've given me the last time I was trying to get you into clean clothes. Layers upon layers. And I've been doing this for you for 6 years.
My body hurts, my head hurts. I am so exhausted. Can you just fucking sleep all day?