But he couldn’t ask for it. He couldn’t say, “It’s hard for me here, it’s lonely, I need someone.” Instead, he organized a “vacation for Mom.” And when Mom turned out to be a guest, not a companion, he became irritated. At her, at himself, at everything.
My brother took my mother to the countryside for August – “let her have a break from the apartment building.” On Thursday, my mother called from a neighbor’s phone: she had run out of blood pressure medication, and “Wojtek couldn’t be bothered because he was angry.” I dropped the medication off on Friday. My mother was waiting at the gate with a bag.