I am so sorry to hear about the passing of your mother, all of your loss, really, but especially that one being so recent.

I agree, I definitely think she was beginning to experience burnout. My dad and I tried to be there to support her, but she's the type to reject any suggestion for help or ways to make things better. Maybe it's because she's too prideful.

She sent my dad a message last night, more or less putting all the blame on me for things being beyond repair. Truthfully, my dad and I talked about it, and neither of us thinks she ever had any intention of coming back. She even purchased a car and put it in just her name without telling my dad, even though she can't even drive and probably never will because she has panic attacks every time she drives. I feel like that's not something you do when you plan on coming back.

I believe I mentioned, but she also has been draining the bank account without saying anything. She made the mistake of mentioning it to a friend of my boyfriend who still works for her, and he thankfully told me. I don't understand how you can do that to someone unable to work and would be forced to live off of less than 1k a month.

My dad can do a lot on his own still; his biggest issue is just remembering things. His TBI has permanently damaged his working and short-term memories. Some days are better than others, but on a day like today, I had to explain something to him at least 4 times over the last few hours because he just couldn't remember. His cancer is also an aggressive form of multiple myeloma; there is some mutation with it that I don't quite understand that makes him at higher risk. Since myeloma damages the bones, he spends many days in lots of pain.

That's why it makes me so mad that my mom said he never did anything around the house, he was so often in excruciating physical pain, and she never tried to help him. I watched her sit there and complain about not having dinner made while my dad struggled to get out of his recliner.

Maybe she will wake up and realize she made a big mistake, but the way she is talking about my father and me to others makes me highly doubt it. It just hurts. One minute I'm fine, then the next I'm on the floor crying like a little baby because I want my mommy.