I've been lurking on here for a while since my Dad's cancer spread. I have been very moved by stories of how people have coped with the final few months and weeks. I'm trying to do all that I can for Dad but he's so angry it's making it difficult for me.
Today I haven't wanted to go and see him because when I saw him yesterday he said some terrible things to me. I was trying to suggest things that might help him and he just ended up getting so cross. He basically told me how worthless I was, and what a mess I've made of my life. Finally he told me to leave the room before he hit me.
His comments have raised a lot of thoughts in my mind. I've always felt lucky to have had good parents but I have been looking back on my childhood and questioning how good they were. I know I have to get over this. Has anyone had a similar experience?