Met with my mum. I have been dim on her after screaming disagreements on x's access to kid.
It pains me to see how much she's deteroriated and yet there's nothing I can do. She refuses to listen to me to see a doctor for her possible dementia and everyone else refuses to talk to her about it because well, ostriches.
And I realise the part that she has contributed to the demise of my M, especially in the months leading to D (and I had allowed her to unknowingly). She is a good woman and a strong mother but the dementia and her own unhappiness in life gradually took over.
As I look into the crystal ball, I forsee rain with a chance of cr@pballs. Right after my flat, I would have to start worrying about what to do with my mum.
On the bright side, at least I would be brooding over someone who loves me.
So many elephants in the room. One bite at a time.
You can call me Dory/ Grl.
As a wise fish once sang,"Just keep swimming!"
It's no use to go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.
