Who am I?
I've always considered myself a compassionate and caring person, that is until my mom moved in with us. I find myself filled with anger and resentment and dare I say hatred of this situation. I'm even beginning to feel hatred for her too.
I am shocked at my feelings. How can I feel this way? I would never have believed I could in a million years, but I have never had to be a caretaker before either. My heart goes out to all of you who have been forced into this situation.
My mother made a lot of poor choices that resulted in limited funds and the inability to live on her own.
So here I am the "chosen" one out of 4 children, having to deal with this.
I don't want to feel this way, I really don't but I can't seem to help myself.
I don't recognize I have become.