Note from the Eldercare Underground: Marriage Edition
My mother has never liked my husbands. Either one of them—past or present.
That is, until I get divorced and then that husband becomes the greatest guy that ever lived. When I try to remind her just what a putz Husband #1 was during our 10 year marriage, she blithely replies with “People can change.”
This from the woman who never met an opinion that she wouldn’t cling to beyond all attempts at reason on my part.
In other words, don’t confuse her with the facts.
Husband #2 and I have been married for 35 years. He’s done his darnedest to do everything he could for my mother since she moved here 12 years ago.
Sometimes she has been appreciative, but most often he just makes her nervous.
Today when I went to see her at the Hotel, she asked if I was still living with him.
I had to laugh at that one, because it came from so far out in left field.
When I asked her why in the world she would ask that, she said since I don’t bring him with me she was wondering if we were still together.
Wishful thinking, maybe?
If she really wasn’t all that crazy about him, why would she want to see him?
“Well, I may not be wildly crazy about him, but he could visit me once in a while.”
Hello, I must be going.
I cannot stay, I came to say I must be going.
I’m glad I came but just the same I must be going.
For my sake you must stay, for if you go away, you’ll spoil this party I am throwing.
I’ll stay a week or two, I’ll stay the summer through, but I am telling you, I must be going.