Chapter 8 - MOM DIDN’T WANT ME TO BECOME HER JAILERAfter what happened, I wanted Mom living with me.
She refused.
“No.”
“Mom.”
“I said no.”
“It’s safer.”
“For who?”
“You.”
She stared at me.
“I’m seventy-seven, not seven.”
That stopped me.
I had spent years absent.
Now I was at risk of overcorrecting into control.
“Then what do you want?”
“My house.”
“Alone?”
“Mostly.”
We compromised.
Daytime companion three days a week.
Security system.
Medical alert.
Weekly family dinners.
No one accessed her financial records without written approval.
Professional trustee support.
The biggest change?
Mom got to choose.
Not David.
Not Thomas.
May you like
Not me.
After nearly being declared incompetent, autonomy mattered more than anything.
