My world unraveled in a single afternoon when my husband, Brian, declared his grandmother Nora was moving in with us. I share the anguish, guilt, and heartbreak of being torn between compassion and the limits of what I could bear. This is a story about the silent burdens of caretaking, the fractures in marriage, and what happens when love is tested beyond its breaking point.
My husband wants to take in his ailing mother. The issue is that several doctors have confirmed she has a severe, incurable illness. She sometimes hallucinates and periodically loses her memory. Then, her memory returns. She leaves the house and forgets the way back. We have to search for her. She behaves very strangely, sometimes making incomprehensible sounds.
His name is Matthew. He’s hardworking and earns well. I feel safe with him! He suggested we move in together. But where will I place my mom? Well, you know
