Just back from an appointment with the people taking care of my mother.
It was a good conversation, it made my worries diminish but my mother came sitting with us. She saw me entering the building, searched and found me.
She was angry I didn't call her to be present at the conversation, and later she start crying because I betrayed her by speaking behind her back.
If she couldn't trust me, who could be trusted. Her son, but he was at work. Why didn't Das correct me in speaking about her.
There is no necessity to speak about her.
She sails between everything (her words) so they don't see her and don't get mad at her.
Why Yvette, why do you spoil it for me here.
I love you so much and try to be good for you and now you do this to me...why?
she's so sad
I'm so sad
fucking disease (excusé le mot)