My name is Linda, and one overheard conversation shattered my world. I discovered my only son, Michael, was considering putting me in a nursing home and transferring my apartment to his name. Now, every day is a storm of doubt and heartbreak as I wonder what family, trust, and love really mean at the end of my life.
I recount the day I had to leave my mom at the care home, feeling torn between guilt, love, and responsibility. The echoes of her pleas and the challenges of balancing my own family’s needs haunt me. I question whether I made the right choice, searching for understanding and support from those who have faced the same heartbreak.
Feeling heartbroken after seeing my mom’s reaction to being in a care home. Need some advice on what to do next.
