Son, I dont want you getting divorced because of me! Please take me to a care home!
Half a year ago, I brought my mum to live with us. Shes getting on now 83 years old. Ever since Dad passed away, its been hard for her to manage on her own in the countryside. Our own kids are grown up and have long moved out on their own, so its just been me and my wife in our two-bedroom flat. I thought having Mum move in with us wouldnt be a problem.
At first, my wife didnt say anything. But within a week, Mums presence began getting on her nerves.
Look, she said, can you make sure she eats separately, after us?
Why?
Its just easier that way. Honestly, I lose my appetite watching her gum her food like that. Its not exactly pleasant.
Oh, come on, well all be old one day.
Its different.
What really annoyed my wife was Mums digestive troubles and her loud snoring at night. She started forbidding her from going into the kitchen and eventually didnt want her leaving her room at all. Finally, one day she said to me:
I didnt realise shed be living with us for this long. I really cant stand it any longer.
So what do you want me to do?
Send her back to the village.
She cant cope by herself!
Other people manage! No one fusses over their parents the way you do. Why should I feel like a stranger in my own flat, putting up with the noises and the smell?
I honestly didnt know what to do. Then, the other day, I came home to find Mum sitting in the hallway with her suitcase, dressed and ready.
Mum, what are you doing?
Son, take me to a care home!
What? Why?
I dont want you two splitting up over me.
My mum keeps insisting, but I dont know what to do. Id never feel right knowing she was in a home. Maybe its best if I just give everything up and move with her to the village. I dont know what to do.
