I am "mean to Mommy"
Just purely frustrated. My mother is all sweet to the world but the minute no one can hear the conversation I'm the devil. My mother is 93, I'm 56. She constantly tells me I'm "mean to Mommy. Mommy took you in like a stray dog (I'm adopted) and you should be grateful to Mommy."
Her mobility is getting questionable with a Walker. She weighs twice what I do and thinks I should hold her up. I physically cannot do that. Right now, she lives independently in a nice little apartment.
But on errand day the last month or so, the main topic is what a wretch I am for not moving her into our house. I just can't. This is beyond stressful.