Hi, all. I want to get input from anyone & everyone as to where you all think responsibility lies in this situation I'm going to describe. I truly am wracking my mind about this, and welcome even the most harsh personal criticisms if they better clarify the situation and help me deal with it peacefully once & for all. I'll try to be brief describing it, but by now many of you know I can be wordy...
My dad, as you all know, is dying of terminal, inoperable Stage IV lung cancer. It's right now one of the top defining aspects of my life, affects a wide circle of people, and the short timeframe necessarily means that pretty much all other things in all our lives have to be (loosely, tentatively) planned around it, which is fine with me, just sometimes difficult to manage. (He was diagnosed around New Years 2007, and I have been told by very reputable doctors that for someone to live past two years with what he's got is extremely, extremely rare. Thus we can do the math and hope he makes it through this Christmas.)
He lives several sattes north of me. Immediately upon his diagnosis, I offered to move up there to be with him for the remainder of his life. It would have necessitated putting off taking the last classes I needed to finish my degree (which required my physial presence at my home university at that time), so he urged me to do that first. So I made plans to go there that summer, with a mind to move there permanently at the end of 2007 when classes were finished. I moved all my stuff out of my apartment, ended my lease, opened a storage unit, put everything in there, and (luckily) held onto my job via taking Family Medical Leave (unpaid) for the summer. I came there to help in any way possible, and that's what I did. Because SM is a totally crappy housekeeper and because at that time my dad's chemo did not permit him to stomach any food whatsoever that was "processed", this necessitated quite a bit of work. Long story short, eventually there was an inevitable set of arguments between SM & I over a few things (which I tried so hard to avoid being drawn into but it just happened) in which, of course, SHE yelled at me "where the H3LL have you been for five months?" (Meaning the previous semester that my dad had urged me to stay in school). So of course I was beseiged by haunting feelings that he was REALLY upset about me going back to school but was going to let her be the mouthpiece for it. I have since asked him numerous times if he REALLY, TRULY wants me to stay here where I live and he continues to insist that he does.
So I come back to my town that Fall semester, to my job and to complete out the last of my classes that require my physical presence (there was some additional work remaining ---long story--- but it could have been completed long-distance). At this point ---around August 2007, still on the plan to move up there by the end of the year--- I am doing the math as to how I will be able to afford the moving expenses across several states. I am a state employee who makes very little money, and since I have always lived very frugally and avoided credit cards, I had a situation where I could only get a very low-limit card which still wouldn't even begin to cover it. Simply put, I wouldn't have the xtra money in time for the move. [This is where anyone who feels like it can go ahead and harp on me for my financial immaturity!] I asked my Dad for help with the moving expenses; I told him it would be a LOAN, and I could either pay him back in cash slowly, work it off doing any number of the home improvements SM has wanted, or he could make a stipulation in his will that the amount would come out of my portion of the inheritance. It must be noted that my Dad's business is primarily the dealing of antiques, of which he has many, and his estimates of his estate value is over $1 million. His medical insurance plan is excellent, costing him only a few thousand per year. He collects disability at about $1,000 per month and one good advantage of SM working in his oncologists' office is that they are able to get phenomenal deals on many of his medications. He is still able to conduct his business to this day. SM now works full-time, pays next-to-nothing in terms of household expenses. I estimated that I needed to borrow about $1500 max to be able to move there to be with him.
He did not tell me he didn't want me to move there. He did not cry poor or claim that he didn't have the money to loan (because that would be an obvious untruth). In fact, throughout the summer, he and SM were having discussions about where she would like her second closet to be built; which new car she would like; how much she wants a plasma tv; whether new stainless steel appliances in the kitchen would be nice; and what kind of wood would she like in the "tavern bar" that was to be built. What he told me regarding my request for help with moving expenses was that I should either:
-ask my mother & stepfather for the money
-convince my boyfriend that he should let me live in his house and contribute no household expenses (like what SM does)so I could save the money
-stay at my job where I live until I've saved the money (which would take many additional months... meanwhile: tick-tick-tick)
-or get rid of my cat so that I could live in his house instead of a cheap apartment and save money that way (but only for a couple of months, due to tension with SM, which I agreed with.)
These were the options he gave me. He didn't consider any of the alternatives I suggested. I asked ---even though wildly inappropriate in my opinion--- both my mother and my boyfriend what my dad wanted me to ask them and quite understandably was told "no dice" by both. I only asked because of the extreme & clock-ticking nature of the situation. My mom & stepfather technically have the means to help, but I fail to see why they should, when my Dad does also and the purpose is to be with HIM for his last days. My boyfriend (now EX, in large part because of all this crap of the past year-and-a-half) is in the same financial boat as me, if not worse off. In sum, I just don't feel like other people besides me and my dad (and this includes SM b/c I wouldn't ask her for anything) should have to pay for me being able to live near my dad in his last days. As much as I love my cat, I even tried finding an alternative home for her, to no avail, after a ton of effort and investigation. Having my cat "put to sleep" (i.e. killing her for no good health reason whatsoever) is not an option, and my dad and SM seem to think that's a selfish principle on my part.
My feelings are this: if I was just wanting to move to my dad's area, like, "just because" ---that is, if he were not dying and with a major timeclock rapidly ticking over his life--- then I could understand this "figure out how to pay your own way" approach. In fact, in ordinary circumstances, I am all for encouraging as much independence as possible in people. However, this is not ordinary circumstances. I feel like he and SM are acting as though I'm asking something insane, when the whole point in my view is simply to be there ---putting plenty of things on hold in my life: relationship, career, etc.--- for whatever he needs that I can offer, and simply to have some more time together before he dies. If it was my mother dying, she'd have me AND my cat (and maybe even my boyfriend) on a plane that evening. The ticking time-clock, in my opinion, changes some of what should be expected in terms of "teaching one's child independence".
Thus the stand-still I am in. Periodically I ask my Dad the same question: "Dad, do you want me there?" and because a "yes" on his part implies that he will have to loan me $1500, he says "no, I'm doing allright, you do what you need to do down there". And at this point, I actually do have my own reasons to stay here and focus on my future. Not the least of which is the fact that between he and SM, it's abundantly clear to me that I CAN'T count on anyone BUT MYSELF to look after my needs, so to give up what I've got going on down here just doesn't seem to be a smart risk at this point. I hate to feel this way, but it's like: "If you're not willing to temporarily loan me what it chump-change for you so that we can have more time togetehr before you die, why should I give up everything I've established down here?" It's that situation of HE has his reasons for not wanting me there (I suspect SM has made it clear that she will breathe fire if he gives me a penny to be there), but because he won't deal with them and they're crappy to admit, it's easier to make it MY FAULT that I'm not there. Especially when he has to explain it to anyone else. It becomes: "Oh, Serenity has her thing going on down there..." And I find myself saddled with guilt that I don't feel is fair but which nonetheless hanuts me. And at this point I'm not so sure I even want to move up there. I'll visit, but I'm not so sure I want to move.
Is this my fault? My mom's because she won't loan me the money to move? My boyfriend's because he wasn't going to have me move in expenses paid? My cat's fault, for existing and being too old & fussy to be adoptable?
Again, I welcome all perspectives on this.
chrisb123
serenity_now_2007Original Author
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