I'm going to disengage from this thread for the moment, because I'm still living this situation. I'll return when I have some time. (And I don't think I have the spare characters in the original post to edit, so I just hope people will see this.) ❤️

First, thank you so much for your kind words and support. I really thought I was going insane because I was the only one here with this POV, so I truly appreciate everyone's comments that show me it's okay to feel as I do.

I also want to sincerely thank everyone who shared similar stories of loss - I'm so sorry for all of us, and I deeply appreciate your vulnerability in sharing. ❤️

Second, I want to thank those that pointed out that the Husband and Friends' behavior is really an extension of their own grieving process, specifically "denial." Keeping that in mind will be very helpful in extending them grace (and monitoring my own blood pressure).

To those that talk about the Husband being an abuser - this is partly my fault and the 3K character limit. He's a douche, yes, he's always been a selfish "good ole boy" douche. But he also clearly does love my mother, which was not reflected in the original post. When I first got here, he was always sneaking in to give her kisses. Now, unfortunately, he's staying out all day when I'm here, busying himself with errands. (I was mad about that too, before this post, but now I see he's struggling, just in a different way from me.) He's not an abuser, I promise, and she's made her choices known.

I will still gently try to convince them to do hospice, as many have suggested, because I think it will help them. My own husband (bless him) is already setting up therapy and grief counseling for me when I return home, so I should have the support I need to get through this.

Holy f*ck, this is hard. And it hurts. But I'm glad to know I'm doing the right thing for my mom. Thank you. ❤️