My mother has cancer and she is going through chemo. My father is a doctor and she is a nurse and my father is married to another woman and my mother has been his lady friend since forever, because I am 28. Last night my mother, me, my father and his wife went to dinner to talk about my mother's treatment and what can be expected. My father gets very clinical when he speaks about these things, I get sick at the stomach just listening and my father's wife cries. My mother's cancer is pretty bad. Either I quit my job and move back to take care of my mother or my mother has to move in with my father and his wife. No one wants me to quit my job, we were there because my mother will probably not be well enough to return to work for a long time, if ever.

Over the years I have at times hated my father, hated my mother, hated his wife, hated that I was a lost child. Last night I loved my father, loved my mother and loved my father's wife. I felt like a dumbass because I had nothing to contribute, my opinion doesn't matter. My father's wife is going to take care of my mother and I will continue with my job. It is obvious to me that my mother trusts her and doesn't trust me. My father is cautiously optimistic with her treatment but he told me that this is going to be a hard try. He also told me that being irresponsible is over, he is tired of bailing me out.

I feel lost, last night I was the child and they are the grownups. I know that the best person to take care of my mother is my father's wife, she is also a nurse and she knows how, plus she doesn't smoke pot. And my mother trust her and doesn't trust me.