Have just had the millionth ( I know...Slight exaggeration) phonecall from mum, most I've not answered, but did the last one & I knew it would be the ' you don't love me call'..... Crocodile tears, shouting, etc etc
She's on her own & reckons she cant lock her front door, also the dog Q ( where's my dog , DEAD MUM!!!) & I'm ashamed I have just screamed at her down the phone & slammed it down & unplugged it.....
So poor hubby has gone round, 15 min drive, to fix a door that's not broke, , to be shouted at cos he would 'have killed her dog'
I'm in tears as it been a really hard week...Police knocking on my door at 2.00am due to mum reporting dad ( dead) & dog (dead) to them, emergency physc assesment, GP appt & the constant guilt, worry associatd with coping with this disease.
Sorry, thank u for reading, I know you all understand..........
Sas x