Dear Prudence,
My mother passed away two weeks ago. To those outside our immediate family, she was this sweet, wonderful woman who people thought the world of. Behind closed doors, she was a mercurial tyrant who had everyone walking on eggshells to avoid triggering her wrath, terrorized me, and drove my younger sister to an eating disorder while our father coped with alcohol.
The problem I am facing is twofold: I will be forced to interact with person after person while stewing in silent outrage with a fake smile plastered on my face as they offer condolences for my “loss” and listen to all of the positive things people will be telling me about my mother knowing they are untrue. It has also fallen to me to deliver the eulogy. I have absolutely NO idea how to pull this off—I refuse to invent virtues this woman didn’t have. My dad is not capable of doing it, and my sister would have a panic attack. I am miserable at the prospect of writing a hagiography for my abuser. How do I handle this?