Hello everyone,
I was really hesitant to post this, as so many of the posts on the forum are about situations SO MUCH WORSE than mine, but I really need some support and you all seem so helpful I thought Id give it a go.
I am in my 50s, live in a decent sized house with my lovely husband and also now, my dad, who is 82.
Mum and Dad moved in with us in 2017, when mum was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. I nursed and cared for mum until she died last October. I always reassured dad that he didn't need to worry, and that he could stay with us "forever". To be honest, I never really thought this through because my mind was so totally focused on mum.
And now here I am..... and I can't bear it. I just want my life back
Dad is reasonably independent with his physical needs, but his emotional needs are just so intense. I feel like I am now his wife. He had no friends, no social life, won't go out (even though he could, and we got him a mobility scooter). He's waiting at the door when I get home from work, and sulks when I go to work. He *really* sulks when we go away on holiday, and makes me feel guilty constantly.
I feel like the worst person in the world, because I know he's lonely, and grieving, but I am beginning to dread going home. Even now I'm sitting at work doing this, and I know he's expecting me home. And I know when I get home he will want to chat and I will be horrible because I am so full of rage.
My husband is very supportive, but I think he now is beginning to regret our decision because I am so miserable.
Please don't tell me I am a terrible daughter, I already know that!
I was really hesitant to post this, as so many of the posts on the forum are about situations SO MUCH WORSE than mine, but I really need some support and you all seem so helpful I thought Id give it a go.
I am in my 50s, live in a decent sized house with my lovely husband and also now, my dad, who is 82.
Mum and Dad moved in with us in 2017, when mum was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. I nursed and cared for mum until she died last October. I always reassured dad that he didn't need to worry, and that he could stay with us "forever". To be honest, I never really thought this through because my mind was so totally focused on mum.
And now here I am..... and I can't bear it. I just want my life back



I feel like the worst person in the world, because I know he's lonely, and grieving, but I am beginning to dread going home. Even now I'm sitting at work doing this, and I know he's expecting me home. And I know when I get home he will want to chat and I will be horrible because I am so full of rage.
My husband is very supportive, but I think he now is beginning to regret our decision because I am so miserable.
Please don't tell me I am a terrible daughter, I already know that!