<p>I’m still on line old mom, so I’ll comment. About second guesing, you know, I think we would need to discuss that. I know I frequently “second guess” my husband and plan how I approach him.when he is “ready” to handle news about a bill or something, when and where to talk to him, frequently.Probably, I spend every evening second guessing him. Maybe I’m not entirely sure that “second quessing” means. But old mom, with my mom–except for that moment when I wanted to hug her–my sole, my single emotion toward her her is fear, I mean…fear. Luckily, with my three remarkable daughters , husband, friends, and volunteer career and interests, I have led a happy life; but certainly to delve into this very serious and harmful element of fear of my mother on me would be very interesesting, but not change my life profoundly.My husband and i talk and laugh daily about it. daily!. Already, within weeks, with the help of people on this forum like LasMa and you, I have taken steps and spoken words I never could have week ago if I hadn’t stumbled onto this site. Do you know my sister resumed communicating with h=me _ I was cAREFUL no to o verload her with info–kept it factual but polite–but again, after many days no rresponse. I have my MDs strong remarks to refer to, and the remarks of others here, to fall back on, and I will firm up and carry on!
My daughters–an I fear to an excessive degree–have ben observing my attentiveness to my mother, and years ago if they can remember) understood–perhaps not, unfortunately–the many absent hours my husband spent in his mother’s and stepfather’s house in Ulster County. The husband (stepfather) did not even have the title of the house in his wife’s NAME. I will never know how my husband did it (the stepfather–once a wealthy man–) had even borrowed A LOT money from his children and from us, the poor church mice, , the only secret my husband has with held from me – Through some valiant efforts and much international-calling time (his parents had two houses in France (don’t ask, you can’t imagine) and my husband had to speak french t =he agent in FrAnce at 4 AM NY EASTER TIME )./and this professional man–THEstepfather, I mean, I will make a revealing comment not to be shared, was one of the lawyers as counsel to the Rockefeller heirs (grandchilldren). He completely drank after work and did nothing to protect hisown family After hmy DHs stepfather died, my husband by that time and made all the documents, wills, title, etc., biding and legal, and my husband paid back all the siblings their debts and coordinated his mother’s move into AL. (The story of selling the hovel in Ulster County would take pages to relate.)</p>
<p>One spring day last year, before M went off to college, M said as we were approaching the door to visit my DHs mother (94 years old at this point and in the dementia wing), Mom when you and dad are old we will find you the nicest nursing home we can find! It was nothing less than what I expected/accepted her to say!</p>