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Dealing with anxiety and parents in Psychology & Therapy ·
She raised that son of hers—and if he turns out to be a nightmare to her and his own kid, then she probably bears at least some responsibility for that outcome, doesn't she?

All those little gestures—the grandmother handing over cash for ice cream or calling you three times a year for a birthday—it just doesn't hold any weight for me. You mentioned yourself how much they obsess over appearances. And honestly, I won't even touch that "walking through a minefield" comment. Look, we aren't all cut from the same cloth, but I’m just trying to point out that you’ve got it wrong here—you need to start looking out for yourself instead of constantly walking on eggshells just to appease some selfish old lady.

In my opinion, the best move would be for you to just move in with them, act as their full-time housekeeper, and nurse them until the very end. After all, she’s getting older, and he’s aging too—health isn't what it used to be. And once they finally pass, they’ll probably leave the house to the Red Cross or the neighbor’s dog in their will; after all, they don't truly know you, and to them, you're just an outsider who was hovering around in their final days just to snatch the property. The truth is, you two were never really close to begin with.
Dealing with anxiety and parents in Psychology & Therapy ·
People always say that as they get older, they start turning toward faith and family—mostly because old age, sickness, and death eventually make them too stubborn to do anything else.

I honestly think that sentiment hits pretty close to home when you look at your "dad" and his mother—your grandmother, I mean.

To be perfectly honest, if I had that much strength, I’d probably just pretend they didn't exist entirely—I certainly wouldn't let anyone drag me back into their messy, broken, and decaying lives. Where exactly were they when you actually needed them?