Last year my boyfriend and I sold our house and moved in with my parents with a view to us all buying a place together this year. They hadn't been in great health and financially were struggling, I was sick of too g and frowing. Well within weeks of moving in it was clear my mum was not well. It took until this January to discover her cancer has returned and it's incurable. Her prognosis is, at best 2 years. The house has been very difficult to live in even pre diagnosis, they are incredibly messy, over rule us as parents, very depressive atmosphere. As you can imagine things have hardly improved now. Not all the time, we do have laughs too but not a lot. We have now sold their house and we are all agreed that we continue with the original plan. However as time goes on I am coping less, my dad is a total mess, my partner is working so much and is supporting them quite significantly as well as us as a family. Our little boy is nearly 4, his behaviour certainly is more challenging now (could just be his age but I suspect not). I feel burdoned, my dad does very little housekeeping, he's in another world tbh. I feel like I'm not performing in any role, mummy, girlfriend, daughter, carer. I'm angry, irritable, so tired. My relationship is plummeting as we are so stressed. I want to do right by my parents, they have sacrificed themselves for me so many times in the past, I feel guilty but also that I want to help. My brother is pretty useless, I love him but in reality I may as well be an only child for the support he offers. Yet on his rare visits we are truly the second class citizens. I feel like my life has gone, my dreams are pushed aside. I'm 37, I want to look after and enjoy 'my' family. Then I feel guilty for being selfish. I feel so out of control. I have fantasies about emigrating. I envy my brother, he doesn't deal with any of the day to day cap, they are always on holidays and trips out with his family. We now have no childcare really. Friends all say they don't know how I'm doing it and "I couldn't cope, it's my worst fear" you have to cope, it's not a choice. I just can't handle it. The worst part is that the big elephant in the room that I rarely even discuss is that I'm going to lose my mum. We are so caught up in the daily struggle I feel no one considers this. Even my mum says how my brother needs support to help him deal with her prognosis, yet there is no mention of me. Other than little jibes about me being lazy. I'm not lazy, I'm in a real mess. I feel like my head is spinning. On the mornings my son goes to nursery I sit in a coffee shop just to be away from it all. It must seem indulgent but it's truly my sanctuary. I dread being home most of the time. So we are house hunting, in a different town just to make it even harder, I'm looking at houses thinking I don't know what I'm doing. I can't leave them but sticking by them is hard. How can I manage this situation? I'm so lost.