When I found out I had weak bones at 81, I realized I was losing my ability to move around and do things on my own. My son Tyler and his wife Macy told me I couldn't live with them anymore and proposed that I go to a nursing home. "We can't take care of you all day, Mom," Tyler said, sounding somewhat uncaring. "We need to get things done." "We are not taking care of anyone."
I felt very sad. I always tried to avoid them, quietly moving around the house with my walker, but it seemed like it didn't work. I begged Tyler to allow me to stay, telling him that his father, my deceased husband James, had constructed the house for us, and I wished to spend the rest of my life there. However, Tyler remained unaffected. "Mom, the house is too large for you." Macy and I need more room. We could have a gym, different offices... there are many possibilities for it."
I realized that Tyler's choice to place me in a nursing home was not for my benefit, but to gain control of the house. I felt sad when I understood that the son I had brought up had become a self-centered person. I was curious about what mistake I had made.
Tyler and Macy didn't ask me, they just took me to a nursing home close by, saying they would come to see me a lot. "Don't stress, Mom. "We will visit you as often as possible," Tyler promised. I held onto that hope, believing that the nursing home might not be too bad if my family visited me often. However, as time passed, no one came to see me.
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