Now It's June
Mom and Freda were talking Saturday about all everything, you know this and that.. And the subject of the house comes up and I wasn't thinking.. she says something about it and I say I don't care it's not mine... BIG MISTAKE.. while the house really isn't mine, she is pretending it is and that it is mine after she dies.. It's not mine, and never was. I look at it as being the house where I am allowed to stay while mom is here and I take care of her while she is still able to be here and have me be able to take care of her (what little that entails) and really with the very eventual of me having to go get a job somewhere fairly soon (scares me because she will then be here alone, and it isn't so much that she is here alone that bothers me, it's that she has no balance and if she falls has proven she will be down until someone comes to help her up.. That means if she falls shortly after I leave for work she could be down for however many hours that might ...