I overheard the conversation as I was leaving my Mother’s assisted living earlier today.
” Mom, we ARE going to the doctor!” said the son as he maneuvered his mother’s wheel chair through the parking lot. 832 more words
I’ve reported here on my mother and on my father often enough. Each did something unforgiveable at a critical moment in my life. My mother interfered when I met the only man I had seen since relocating to Reading; my father interfered many years later when I finally met a psychologist who would have helped. 603 more words