I'm on a Budget

I turn the heat down to 60 degrees at night.  I shop at discount stores, buy sale items, clip coupons.  I don't shop for clothes.  I don't eat out as often as I used to.  I'm  on a budget.  I'm the sole breadwinner now with a comission job.
My father lives it up.  His house is 78 degrees.  He eats gourmet food.  Turns the heat on down  in the basement even when  he is not there.  Spends freely. 
And now he wants to spend my retirement money.  He's playing mind games with me, making me feel guilty, accusing me of causing his foot problems.  He's painting me like the evil daughter--all so he can get the tiny amount of money I really don't have.  He doesn't care that even trying to get my retirement money will cause a huge penalty and income tax payments.  He just wants the money.
But guess what.  I'm back.  The old me who had a head on her shoulder and enough intellegence to get around quite well in this world.
 
So, I've turned him over to God.  What happens to him is in God's hands.  I'm done with trying to save him because no matter how much money I give him.  How far in debt I go(and I'm in deep)because of it.  And how much I tell him to stop doing destructive things to himself.  No matter what I say he refuses to listen.  And does his own thing anyhow. 
Ces't la vie.