Today is Saturday, 26. I am not mad. I am not in a bad mood. She is in the kitchen fixing food. She needs to feel important. She thinks that food is important. She already is huffing and puffing, and I am just waiting for her first complain of the day about working so hard in the kitchen while I am here in the computer. But I do not feel anything, I am totally numbed. Anesthetized.
If my son accepts me with my problems, I can accept my mother with hers. She will leave in two weeks. And she really spent her savings to come here.
Please, Hop, keep writing me, please. Your comments are very helpful. I even copy them from other sites for my own benefit, from other threads.
Thank you all for your support. Please, keep writing me.