Lets try typing therapy

So I am laying there at 1 AM this morning with all of these thoughts running through my head. My husband is asleep and the episode of Sex and the City I was watching doesn't want to hear my thoughts.
There are so many things going on and it's hard to control them all in the middle of the night. Nothing Earth shattering, just stuff. Last week my Mom was on vacation in Florida and while she was gone her truck broke down, then I broke down. I had a day of depression for the ages. I haven't felt that way in such a long time and I HATE that feeling. The feeling that all of the bad stuff is never going to end. Nothing is going your way and it never will again. A good cry and a nights rest and all was right with the world again. It just seemed so overwhelming at the time. The cost of getting the truck fixed, the sharing of a car, etc. All the while we were trying to buy a new car. Buying a new car or a used car from a delarship is one thing - they take care of everything and you can kind of do things on your time. This is not the case with an individual. Especially an individual who is in his 80's and is selling his car because his eyes are going bad, not because he wants too. We found this car when visiting my grandma at her "senior living" apartment complex. Mon Senior (sp) Mertzger had to sell his car and it was just too good of a deal to pass up - Great for us. Bad for him. Here is a man who is loosing his independence, loosing his ability to get up and take a drive. It breaks my heart to think about it. We told him if you ever need to go anywhere you let me know and I will come and take you. As a matter of fact we are going to James Avery today when I get off work. I don't mind taking him because I would hope that if I was in that situation someone would come and cart me around if I needed it.
He's really a sweet old man. Of course my grandma said "you know why he asked you to take him don't you?" and I said "No, why?" Her reply "Because your Mom shot off her mouth and told him she would take him anywhere he needed to go. Can you believe that?" OMG I don't know why she continues to get to me but she does. I would think that as you get older you get nicer but that is just not the case here. Although she didn't start off too nice (at least not to me) and it just gets better all the time.
My Mom and I go see her religiously. I bought her a cell phone and put her on my plan. I had the San Angelo newspaper sent to her in Plano. My Mom takes her to her Dr's appoitments. We make sure she has what she needs and try to keep her entertained because she refuses to get involved with the entertainment at her complex but yet we catch the brunt of her anger. Always have, this is nothing new. Like I said, I should be use to it after 35 years but it just bothers me. I didn't mean for this to sound horrible or to turn into a rant on my grandma. I do love her, she's my grandma. She raised my Mom but sometimes she is just hard to deal with and hey, this is my new therapy. ;-)