For the last 10 years of his life, after I moved out, my father complained about my mother. I guess he thought I was old enough to know the truth by then, even though I never saw it myself. I had moved across the country and she was always an angel to me. Because she didn’t see me that often.
He died two years ago, leaving me to take care of my mom. Now I’m starting to see why he was so miserable with her. She complains about everything, gets mad when I don’t ask her opinion, but never gives me an opinion when I do ask. She cries at random times for no reason and doesn’t miss a chance to criticize anything.
Dad, I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. Mom, I know you want me to offer to let you move in with me, but I can’t have your toxicity around my kids. I love you, but you need a psychiatrist.
