I’m used to parents who are just the opposite. “Live your own life, dear. We’ll take care of ourselves.” The expectation seems to be the other way around. The parents are there for the kids, not the kids for the parents—even at the end of life. They would rather die than be a burden.
So this kind of behavior seems unconscionable to me. It is manipulative and mean and nasty and I don’t see why you will thank yourself after she is dead for suffering her “attentions” any more than you have to. You do, after all, have your own life and your own health concerns and probably a bunch of other things going on.
On the other hand, you have the guilt. If you have the guilt, I don’t see how anyone here, even if they wanted to, could absolve you of it. Of course most people here seem to think you should follow the guilt and do everything you can for your mother.
I guess I don’t think old age absolves you of being a nice person. Yes, I understand that Alzheimers can rob you of a decent disposition—or give you one. Other forms of dementia may also make negative changes to a person’s character.
Then there’s family history. What if there was emotional or physical abuse. Do you still owe an abusive parent this kind of waiting on, hand and foot? I suppose we do it as an example to our own children, so they will take care of us as we take care of our own parents, but what, really, do we teach them, if we knuckle under to abusive parents?
Our parents may have worked hard every day of their lives, and worked especially hard to care for us at what may have felt like a great sacrifice. Maybe they feel that entitles them to being treated like kings and queens by their children.
My feeling is that love and respect has to be earned, even by parents. Oops. Well, that’s my own little problem. I’ve never experienced unconditional love from my parents, so I don’t believe it really exists. My parents always treated me like if I didn’t perform, they wouldn’t be there. So I guess that’s what they expect for themselves. Perhaps there’s hope for me. My wife has put up with an awful lot. I’m almost beginning to think I’m worth it. A large part of me still thinks she should have shoveled my ass right out the door a long time ago.
Even if there is unconditional love, I don’t think that entitles a parent to take advantage of it by abusing the lover. I still think you are owed respect and kindness, even if she is lonely and bored. She still has responsibility for making new friends and taking advantage of whatever it is she has to take advantage of. If you continue to wait on her, like others suggest, it is hard for me to imagine that you will remember it fondly later. It seems more likely that you will remember it resentfully.
I think your first duty is to yourself. Isn’t that what your mother is doing? If you aren’t happy, you can’t be a good daughter, I don’t believe. I think you should preserve yourself and you shouldn’t feel horrible about it. You’re depressed and one of the things that depression does to you is it makes you feel worthless. Maybe it’s making you feel like you aren’t worth taking care of. Only your mother is.
Give yourself a break. Maybe get another relative to stand in. Or hire a caretaker. Or leave her on her own, knowing she’ll do all the guilt manipulation she can when you get back. Be ready to tell her you love her, but don’t feel like you have to defend yourself in any way, shape or form to her accusations—even if she complains to others in the family. If you do love her, and you do love yourself, then what you do is good enough. If you don’t love yourself, then, by all means, continue to do things that hurt you. There is a strange delight in sticking a knife in your own stomach and twisting and twisting. I’ve been there. I don’t want to go back.