My sister and I are both caring for our aging mother but we have completely different ideas about what she needs, and every conversation about it turns into us relitigating childhood dynamics we thought we'd moved past. We can't seem to talk about Mom's care without it becoming about us.
More people experience this than they realize.
The weight of shared responsibility reveals how differently we've learned to love, and how those differences can divide us when unity matters most.
“Where Are You with Family-of-origin patterns in adult love?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.