| Adapted from an online discussion. Dear Carolyn: My dad died last year, and I was with him and Mom for his final days in hospice. Since then, I’ve spent a million hours helping her with finances, cleaning out her house to sell and serving as her de facto therapist. I want to be there for her, but I’m resenting it. Lately, she is intent on dissecting every detail of his final days, but it’s really painful for me to revisit it. I’ve tried telling her I can only handle a few minutes of it, but she keeps bringing it up. I’ve tried to get her to see a therapist, but she says she has nothing to talk about. I’m torn because there is no one else she can ask about the experience, but … he was my dad and it’s really, really hard. Any advice? — Torn |
