Last night, my mother insisted that some lying thief had rifled through her purse and taken her store credit at Dillards. When I suggested she might have misplaced it, her response was vehement: “I knew you would say something like this.” In between her sobs and vitriol, I tried to discern if this was an emergency call and decided it wasn’t and I needed to remove myself from her madness.
I was telling Gomez about it this morning and he said, “what are you going to do?” – as if there is something I can do about the fact that my mother’s dementia is increasingly becoming more alarming.
What am I going to do? Whatyagonnado?