My dad died in 2007 of Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease. He was bipolar and didn't manage his down phases well. He was almost always 'up,' but the down times were just awful.
He got back active in church (he was a convert at 16) in 1990. My mom was baptized while I was on my mission in 1993 (I was baptized in Jan 1991). They were sealed a year later, and I was sealed to them the day after I got home in Feb 1995.
My parents endured. The last year of his life, with an addled brain, was especially hard for my mom. He started back into his old ways, pre-reactivation in the church (he had countless affairs), registering secretly on dating sites, treating my mother very poorly. Combative, cruel, arrogant (his illness coincided with the rapid rise of the company he founded), he made life hard for her.
We had no idea he was sick until August. By September he was nuts, but early October, he was comatose. The doctors didn't know what it was. I actually diagnosed him first, but I was told that the disease was so rare that it was unlikely. Post-mortem autopsy confirmed sporadic CJD.
My mom spent most of the last few years depressed. She has generalized anxiety disorder. I have a bipolar sister. My mom has no siblings, cousins, or parents left. In late Summer, after spending too much time in my life trying to help her, I'd had enough. I told her to leave me alone and not bother me. It pained me to do it, but helping her was hurting me. She lost a ton of weight, got on eHarmony, and started dating.
She met a dude in Kentucky. Church member, devout, divorced, jilted, and with some rare kind of MD that leaves him wheelchair bound. My mom is in love with him. And, last month, she asked me what I thought about getting unsealed from my dad and getting sealed to her new man. I didn't react how she wanted, but I tried to be magnanimous as I could, listening to her want to cleave her relationship with my dad in two when she had previously cleaved to him. That was last month. Now, she's telling me that she should've never been sealed to him, that the whole thing was a mistake.
Where does that leave me? My mom basically just told me that she's getting a divorce, that he was evil, etc. Make no mistake, he could be a jerk, but it's not like my mom didn't screw around either. What I feel right now is perhaps the worst set of emotions I've ever brooked.