My mother is being moved to a nursing home today. The rehab center was no longer helpful as my mother often used the excuse of being too tired when it came time do her exercises. My mother feared going to a nursing home. When she was told the nursing home was the next stop on her journey she stopped using excuses when it was time for the rehab exercises. Her efforts were too little too late. The nursing home has rehab services so if my mother improves, and meets a certain level of care, she can be moved to an assisted living center at half the cost of the nursing home. That’s a big if. My father thinks my mother will be dead in two months.
My mother still will not take inbound calls from anyone. I have not talked to her. I sent her a few cards. She still thinks I’m mean. I’m over it. My mother has been passive-aggressive and manipulative my whole life. My mother has always blamed her problems on others. She refuses to be accountable for her life. She’s not going to change. She’s lucky my father never left her.
My sister is still MIA. One call in seven weeks. I’ve been following her senseless Twitter feed so I know she’s alive. She still accepts the money my father sends her every month. Perhaps my father will cut her off when he has to start paying the nursing home bill.
My brother and his wife have been the true heroes in this saga. He put his political campaign on hold to deal with my mother and consequently lost the election.
What a mess!