I have good days coping with my mother, and the care she requires, and I have bad days.
Today is a bad day.
It is insanely difficult to take care of someone who insists that the only way they will live is the one that requires the least effort from them and a herculean, back-breaking, bankrupting effort from you.
I cannot do this. I will not do this.
Yet I have to do some variation of this.
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