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Input: Okay, Im a 19 year old college student that lives with my mother. My mother has recently broken up with my stepfather after they had a huge fallout and after a huge episode, my mother kicked him out.

Regardless, it's been a few days after and now I'm going through this cycle of my mom grieving the relationship and coming to me multiple times per day to talk about it for a good 3 hours per "session". At first, I didn't mind at all and fully understood, but over time, I would be woken up in the middle of the night when I had class the next day, sat down immediately after just coming home from school, or even while I'm working on homework or studying to be brought into the living room to talk about everything and the same things over and over again. Some stuff discussed, I just am not even comfortable hearing about in general. I've started to mention this, and it sorta worked in a minor way.

Just today, I was woken up at midnight after studying and coping with my OCD flareup to my mom having another moment of her breakup anxiety, so I listened to her for a moment, went out with her to the living room and stayed with her for a bit. After a fair bit, I decided to go back to my room because honestly, it's late and I'm just not really up for being out and around people where there a bunch of reoccurring thoughts and worries in my head. 

My mom noticed this and asked if I could sleep with her on one of the sofas for the night. I was really torn because on one hand, she's going through a lot from the breakup but on the other hand, I just really had a lot to think about and wanted to go back to my room for personal comfort. In the end, I told her that if she had another rise of anxiety that she could go to me in my room, and that I'd genuinely rather be in my roo.

I'm being really serious when I say that this is eating me up on the inside. I feel like I'm just being absolutely selfish. Am I an asshole for not staying in the living room?



keeping to myself