Saturday was moving day for my W. S and I helped with some of the furniture. W’s 2 sisters and MIL were in the house, so S and I took off for a while. MIL laced into both kids about the way they have been treating mom. She just sneered at me, I guess because I allow the kids to express their feelings.
On Sunday, W came down in the morning. I gave her a cup of coffee and fed her breakfast with the kids. She spent the balance of the day moving her clothes upstairs. She had dinner with us.
This morning, she came down at least 5 times (I lost count). The last time she came down, I got a hug and kiss (the first of the weekend). It seems that she is comfortable with her ‘space’ now, even though she is spending quite a bit of time in ‘my’ space.
This stich is not as uncomfortable as I envisioned it would be. If it gives her the space she needs and allows her to feel more at ease around me, maybe it could work to the advantage of saving the R.
