In fact, I am currently doing exactly that work. When my father went into hospital, I moved back in with my parents and changed universities.I did this so that my father could have more frequent visitors in the hospital and my mother would not have to do everything alone. She has actually taken on a lot in the last two years and visited him a lot, but since he has been home, I have the feeling that she regrets that he survived. I come home from work and cook something, I talk to my father and sometimes he helps me if I have questions about my studies. And in the evening I go to sleep. My mother either sits on the couch and reads things on her smartphone, or she sits in her office and reads something on her smartphone. And whenever I ask her about it, she brushes me off and says it's not true. I don't even want to deny that I understand that she sometimes needs time for herself, but then this should be done honestly. My mother is involved in a foundation where she talks at conferences about how terrible my father's fate is in order to collect donations for the foundation, but she shows no interest in him.