My stepmother and I never got along, but not allowing me to be by dad’s side while he was dying crossed a line. I've regretted not standing up to her ever since.
I’m so sorry. This could have been me, but my stepmother predeceased my dad, though he was decades older. I feared this exact scene and I’m so sorry you had to live it. But, of course you left. Surely you didn’t want to risk the peace your father needed. Like a kind of Antigone, you sacrificed yourself because you loved him. She was selfish and small to the end.
Thank you Eliza. I've considered this moment many times and not just this moment, but so many others where I thougtht I was supposed to be respectful rather than true to myself. Now that I'm older I am better at speaking up for myself and taking care of my own mental and physical health. It's unfortunate that we sometimes only learn these things when we're much older. And yes, for me it was about keeping the peace for my father. It always was.
Thank you for sharing this with us. My brother's oldest daughter-- I'll call her X--has kept me from being with my sibling for the last 4 years, ever since his dementia began hampering his ability to call me weekly----- Three years ago, the daughter put brother & his wife into assisted living--thankfully they could afford a rather high-class situation. ----Long ago, X turned my sister against brother's wife (yes,this in-law, was kinda difficult to be around, some times, but NOT impossible.-- she and I had a friendly enough relationship until X found out that I liked her ...and thus began restricting contact with my brother even more.--This 2nd wife died 4 months ago,--alone--because that's how X wanted. things to be. ---Today X is ok about me seeing my brother (in another state) ... well, X is sorta ok: she wants to be there when I am. ... Tragically, my brother is so far gone mentally, that he won't know if I'm there or not ===and because my husband canNOT be left alone anymore-- I have only our memories. I am so sad.
Thank you so much for this beautifully poignant story. I am deeply touched reading it, as I too “wasn’t there” with my grandmother when she died, but it was her that told me to leave and “Go home!” I am sending you a heartfelt hug and thank you @narratively what a brilliant choice.
My stepmother kept me from my dad’s side when he died, but I have a sweet video of him singing to me the day before he died.
I’m so sorry. This could have been me, but my stepmother predeceased my dad, though he was decades older. I feared this exact scene and I’m so sorry you had to live it. But, of course you left. Surely you didn’t want to risk the peace your father needed. Like a kind of Antigone, you sacrificed yourself because you loved him. She was selfish and small to the end.
Thank you Eliza. I've considered this moment many times and not just this moment, but so many others where I thougtht I was supposed to be respectful rather than true to myself. Now that I'm older I am better at speaking up for myself and taking care of my own mental and physical health. It's unfortunate that we sometimes only learn these things when we're much older. And yes, for me it was about keeping the peace for my father. It always was.
Thank you for sharing this with us. My brother's oldest daughter-- I'll call her X--has kept me from being with my sibling for the last 4 years, ever since his dementia began hampering his ability to call me weekly----- Three years ago, the daughter put brother & his wife into assisted living--thankfully they could afford a rather high-class situation. ----Long ago, X turned my sister against brother's wife (yes,this in-law, was kinda difficult to be around, some times, but NOT impossible.-- she and I had a friendly enough relationship until X found out that I liked her ...and thus began restricting contact with my brother even more.--This 2nd wife died 4 months ago,--alone--because that's how X wanted. things to be. ---Today X is ok about me seeing my brother (in another state) ... well, X is sorta ok: she wants to be there when I am. ... Tragically, my brother is so far gone mentally, that he won't know if I'm there or not ===and because my husband canNOT be left alone anymore-- I have only our memories. I am so sad.
Beautifully written and my heart aches
Thanks Susan. xx
Gave me chills. Ah retrospect. Sending a hug to your younger self.
Thank you so much for this beautifully poignant story. I am deeply touched reading it, as I too “wasn’t there” with my grandmother when she died, but it was her that told me to leave and “Go home!” I am sending you a heartfelt hug and thank you @narratively what a brilliant choice.
Thanks, Jaime! Glad to hear it resonated.