Even though he lived with them with no job I managed both of their intensive health care needs and hospital needs at end of life—working full time with my own family. I was so stressed and am just now healing from the intensity of the last two years, even though he likes to tell people how much he did. Ugh—I’m a hot mess.
My mom and dad were such enablers. Since I loved them so much I’m struggling with what my obligations are. I panic at the thought of seeing him at all. My reaction is not reasonable for what’s going on, so I don’t understand that aspect of it.