sigh

Difficult night at mum's. Played the sponge to her vinegar drip. Absorbed the thinly veiled accusations aimed at heartless daughter, replaced the new amplified phone I bought with her old, inefficient one (because she doesn't like change), stayed until 9.30pm until her mood had lightened enough for me to leave. I constantly find myself disabled by her misery and unreasonableness, the silent witness to her complaints. I have no cure for her loneliness and the burden of being responsible for her own home. At least, no cure that either of us could contemplate. Shattered. Going to bed now.