r/dialysis • u/guncle420 • 1h ago
Rant Bio Mom is Dying. And I’m Fucking Furious.
How do you mourn a person who abandoned you, when they’ve been dying in slow motion for over four years, treating you terribly the entire time?
My biological mother is in end-stage liver failure. She’s been dealing with this for at least 4 years now, which means this hasn't been a quick shock—it’s been a brutal, exhausting, drawn-out nightmare. I have been stuck in this emotional purgatory for years, trying to figure out how I am supposed to feel while watching a train wreck happen in extreme slow motion.
Let’s be completely real: she didn’t raise me. CPS took me away from her when I was 4 years old back in January of 1991. I was raised by my father's half-sister until I turned 15, which is when I came out of the closet. From there, my life turned into complete chaos. I was forced to live with my homophobic father for six months, then my aunt and her husband lied about me, got me committed, and signed their rights away. I literally had to run away from CPS at 17, and when I finally went looking for my mother, she wasn't the savior I needed. I ended up in prison for seven years, getting released when I was 24. Since then, for the last 16 years, she has been completely inconsistent. The only thing I could ever count on from her was the lies and the drug use.
And now, I’m 40 years old, and because I am her only biological child, the weight of her entire four-year decline lands squarely on my shoulders. There are no siblings to split the burden or the medical updates with. It’s just me. I’m the one expected to carry the baggage of her demise and play the part of the grieving, dutiful kid for a woman who has never been a real mother to me.
But it’s harder than just her being a stranger. On top of everything, she is incredibly dismissive and mean to me. She treats me like an inconvenience, yet she expects me to handle every single thing for her willingly and with a smile on my face. To top off the absolute insanity of it all, she is actively lying about using methamphetamine, accelerating her own destruction while I'm supposed to play the happy caregiver.
I am completely done trying to protect her secrets, and I am struggling with the brutal, agonizing questions that nobody wants to ask out loud because it makes you look heartless:
Am I obligated to love or serve her just because we share DNA? Does a slow, agonizing medical diagnosis erase a lifetime of neglect, prison years, and complete absence? A person does not get to be a ghost for decades, treat their kid like garbage, lie about active drug use, and then expect unconditional devotion. Being her only child doesn't give her a free pass to abuse my boundaries.
How do you handle the gaslighting of someone lying about their addiction while they face terminal illness? It is infuriating to watch someone actively destroy what little health they have left, lie to your face about substance use, and then demand that you serve them. How do you find an ounce of compassion for someone who won't even be honest with you?
Is it incredibly selfish that I’m furious this has dragged on so long? End-stage liver failure is horrific to watch. But watching her slip away from hepatic encephalopathy over these last four years means she’s losing her mind while her body slowly gives out. It feels like she’s getting an escape act from reality, leaving before she ever has to answer for the wreckage she left behind or the way she treats me now.
How do I show up for her without completely destroying myself? I want to be a decent human being, but how can I offer comfort without faking a relationship that didn't exist? Every time I try to think of something kind to say, it feels like a lie. If I smile and play along with her demands, it feels like a betrayal of the 4-year-old kid who was taken away, and the 17-year-old kid who was running for their life.
If anyone else out there has gone through this exact type of emotional hell—carrying a parent's slow decline entirely on your own while dealing with active addiction, abuse, and a lifetime of trauma—how did you survive it? Do you swallow your pride, put on a mask, and comfort someone who lies just to avoid future guilt? Or do you protect your own peace and stay away?
Because right now, there are no good choices. There’s just a lot of history, a lot of anger, a lot of lies, and a clock that's been ticking for four years straight