My mom has been “dying” for 30 years and I’m emotionally exhausted
I love my mom, but every interaction with her feels entering an emotional black hole.
For literally decades, everything has been a crisis. Every phone call becomes drama, guilt, illness, conflict, or some catastrophic situation where I’m expected to emotionally carry her. Growing up, I constantly felt responsible for her mood and wellbeing.
Now I’m an adult with my own family, wife, responsibilities, and a child on the way, and I’ve started distancing myself because I simply can’t absorb it anymore.
The hardest part is that she’s not actually dying. She has been “seriously sick” for as long as I can remember, yet somehow survives every apocalypse she predicts. At some point I realized I’ve spent half my life emotionally preparing for the end of the world every single week.
And honestly? It drains the life out of me.
I feel guilty even writing this because I do love her. But I’m tired of feeling like protecting my own peace makes me a bad person.