I Refused to Be My Mom’s Free Nurse — But She Flipped the Script

Raising kids while caring for aging parents is pushing many families to the edge. Between school drop-offs, work demands, and medical emergencies, the stress of handling everything—often without compensation or assistance—is causing more people to speak out.

As burnout increases, so do tough conversations about the true meaning of family support. One reader, Nancy, wrote to share why she refused to care for her mother without being paid.

Nancy’s letter:
Dear,

My name is Nancy, and I’m a 35-year-old single mother raising three children—ages 7, 3, and 6 months.

My 74-year-old mother lives with us rent-free and, until recently, helped care for my kids. Unfortunately, she had a serious fall and is now unable to remain active or provide help.

She didn’t want to move into a nursing home, so I offered to continue caring for her at home, on the condition that she compensate me for my time and effort.

Her response was disheartening. She said, “I’m your mom—you owe me!”

That same evening, my oldest son called me in a panic. I was stunned.

My mother had taken matters into her own hands—she’d called a nursing home, and they were coming to get her. But that wasn’t the only shock.

A moving truck had shown up and cleared out half the house.
Everything that belonged to her, including furniture she had bought when I moved in, was gone. Even my baby’s crib disappeared—because it had been a gift from her.

When I called her, she said, “This is what you get for being ungrateful! I cared for your children for years. Now that I can’t help, you’re ready to throw me away!”

But I don’t believe I’m being unreasonable. I’m not a nurse—I’m a mother of three with a full plate already.

I can’t shoulder the physical, emotional, and financial toll of caregiving alone.

At the very least, she could help financially. I love my mom, but love doesn’t pay bills or reduce stress. Nothing in life is free.

Am I truly wrong for asking that?

—Nancy

Her story raises a growing question faced by many families today: when love and duty collide, where do we draw the line between support and sacrifice?

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