This evening, when I left my mother's for the long return journey home (see previous) she was in tears. I was treating her badly, apparently, by not appreciating how much she appreciated how much I was doing for her.
Madness. It felt like the worst kind of breaking up from a love affair that should never happened.
What can I do? She is such a control freak. She wants me do everything for her in precisely the way she wants while she watches. And enjoy what I'm doing!
For example, one of my many Saturday tasks is to do her filing. But no chance she will let me get on with it. The files are kept in the wardrobe in her bedroom (no other place to put them). So she lie on the bed and watches the filing - most of it useless (does she really need a record of her building societies' interest rates since the start of the century...).... Any sarky remark of mine is treated as a sign of adolescent neurosis.
She is coming up to 94. She wants me to help her get a new driving licence...
Will she ever, ever, ever die? Oh, God, I will believe in you if you give me some life after her death.
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*passing you a cushion for yer head*
