Does anyone else feel like this? When I'm with my Dad, I'm anxious but aware of him and his needs. When I'm out, doing something for myself, I'm absorbed in that thing and don't particularly think about Dad. But as soon as I'm back home, relaxing, I start getting all agitated, thinking about him, hoping he's not feeling lonely, or x,y or z. I feel guilty that I'm not with him and I feel I can't/have no right to completely relax in my own house. Then that horrible little gremlin, Resentment, starts creeping in - his independence, his activity and therefore his vulnerability; my being his only offspring living near him - and the tears start. I am freakish, a bad daughter? Sorry, just wanted to share this - safety net, you know...........