I have to confess that after a very frustrating Christmas period dealing with mother whilst feeling ill myself, I finally snapped this morning. She virtually accused me of taking her money this morning (if she only knew how much of my own money I sacrifice in order to look after her) when I took a one pound coin for a shop of £10.50 to make her think she was paying me back. She threw an absolute wobbler and then kept shouting she wished she could die. I'm ashamed to say I shouted back. At this point my brother walked in and I looked and felt like the average suicide bomber has more heart than me. After trying to reason with her which I have to say is now impossible I left and came home (next door) where my brother came 30 mins later to say she'd been in tears. Honestly, you go for months being as patient as possible and then a button gets pushed and you undo all the hard work.
I feel terrible, absolutely terrible. What an awful way to start a new year. Thanks for "listening".
I feel terrible, absolutely terrible. What an awful way to start a new year. Thanks for "listening".