My 75-Year-Old Mother Refuses to Move into My House and Begs to Be Left in a Nursing Home – My Story
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Mom is 75 now and still grieving my Dad’s death. When I insisted she move in with me because she was lonely, she refused and said she’d go to a nursing home instead. Is my relationship with my mother going to fall apart?
What makes a house a home? Is it the lovely interiors and beautiful furnishings? Is it the warm and cozy atmosphere it houses? Or is it the beautiful memories that live in every nook and cranny of it?
We all love our homes, don’t we? It’s our happy place, and we feel safe there. It’s where we cry happy and sad tears and build memories. My parents adored their home too.
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Mom and Dad had lived in their home since they married, and we had never moved. Even after I moved out and they were older, they decided to stay there.
Hi, I’m Greta, and this is more of my mom’s story than mine. I loved my mom. I always have. So I was shocked when she refused to move in with me despite being all alone at home. Little did I know the reason behind it would tear my heart apart…
“Your Mom always wanted to buy this house, honey,” my dad used to tell me. “She fell in love with it the moment she saw it. And if she loved something, I would never say no!”
Years passed. Our lives changed. Dad went to his heavenly home, and Mom was left alone. I had seen how heartbroken she was without Dad.
After Dad’s funeral, I stayed at Mom’s for a week. Do you know what she used to do every night after Dad’s death? She’d go to the kitchen, take out the ice cream tub from the fridge, and cry.
My Dad had diabetes and a sweet tooth! He was worse than a kid when it came to stealing sweet treats. So many times, she had caught him stealing ice cream at night! And she would pull and twist his ear when he did that!
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“Darren Jones!” Mom used to call Dad by his full name when she was angry. “What did the doc tell you? NO SWEET TREATS FOR YOU!”
“Oh, my beautiful wife!” Dad would say poetically. “Thou love is sweeter than it. Please, mi amor? Only this one time?”
I think I was 15 then. Dad would win every time by reciting his silly, poetic lines, and Mom would let him have the ice cream. When Dad died, Mom missed all of it. She missed his silly poetic lines. She missed twisting his ears and getting angry at him for stealing sweets from the pantry.
As a daughter, my heart went out to Mom when I saw her crying. She was devastated after Dad left us, so I began visiting her often. Sometimes, I would call her over to my house so she could spend time with my kids. I thought being surrounded by...
