What’s a moment you had to pretend that you cared about what was happening?
I’ll go first:
The day my mom decided to stop life continuing care for her husband.
He had had a second, more massive stroke and she called us kids. And my aunts and uncles. To gather around him as he took his final breath.
The guy was a narcissistic, racist, ass hole whose first set of kids hated him for good reason. Who put his hands around my sister’s throat and pinned her in the bathtub for “disrespecting him”.
Who brought drug addicts into my mom’s life. And who sold- stole, my property.
I know I was “there for my mom”
Whatever.
He turned her into more of a narcissist and manipulator than she had already been.
I was glad he was gone. I wasn’t his stepchild in anyway. I was a grown married adult who had a a dad that she loved, and didn’t want or need him to be a “father figure” to me.
So I stood there. In his hospital room. Pretending I gave a shit about him dying. As they shut off the ventilator etc. For my mom.