How cruel is he.

My mother’s illness pulled me back into the dysfunctional orbit. Only the pets — the cats and the bird — seemed concerned that she had become bedridden virtually overnight. My father wouldn’t lift his head from his newspaper or remove his headphones long enough to get my mother so much as a drink of water. So, I became the steward of her humiliation, feeding her, bathing her, lifting her up and off the commode.
Three Tragic Deaths and a Hoard of Unprocessed Emotions
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Mar 18, 2024
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How cruel is he.
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Written by Annelise Lords
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