No one would tell my FIL that he had to stop driving, so I did it. He was on opiates for pain, and I told him that I refused to let him kill someone’s child. Everyone just stared at me in shock, but FIL stopped driving. Someone has to be the bad guy. I was lucky, of course, that MIL was able to drive. But she didn’t like carting him around, so it wasn’t long before she got in-home help for him. They took him on errands, and they gave him his shower … also something MIL didn’t want to do. That helped for awhile, until everything just got to be too much for both of them. Assisted living has made things a lot easier, all around. They are both still sharp mentally, but they are frankly too tired of living to even want to deal with things. MIL has been slowly giving us tasks to help (insurance, bills, etc). We are glad they are letting us help.