Sunday, 6 March 2011
Mothers, rhubarb and short stories
Just about to shut down the computer when I realised I hadn’t updated my blog. Been one of those days. Busy working on three stories, plus updating my web site, plus handling a whole load of calls from my mad mother. Sundays aren’t my favourite day. I tend to think of other people having Sunday lunch with families and friends and get a bit tearful. There, so now you know. I’m a lonely old soul. The only family I have, and believe me I wish I didn’t have it, is my 85 year old mother who has dementia. I know you will think badly of me, but that’s up to you, when I say that I don’t love her, and haven’t for a very long time. I had a bad childhood and have always had a ‘troubled’ relationship with her.
She lives in Exeter and has a full time carer who’s not much younger than she is. He hates me, and thinks I’m after my mother’s money. I could write a book about the problem, and maybe I will one day. Right now, I just wanted to tell somebody. It helps sometimes.
Now to go and cuddle the dogs.