Save me from my mother.
She won't let me put any pots, pans or cutlery with plastic handles or knobs in the dishwasher because she thinks the plastic will melt.
She tells me it's my turn to decide what to cook for dinner and then tells me we are having chicken with new potatoes.
She won't let me use her oven because "it's too big and uses too much electricity".
She spent two hours telling me what a horrible life she has had and if she could do it all again, she wouldn't.
Over breakfast she tells me what a great sleep she had and how much better she feels but ten minutes later when the home care lady asks, "How are you?" it's "Oh, not very well. I couldn't sleep much last night due to all the pain."
The woman who gave me life has turned into a petulant, willful, ignorant brat.
I want to go home. I miss my husband. I want my life back.
Dear Lord, please save me from my mother!