About me part 5.5
And so we had a months respite from my mothers ranting and raving.
It took a while to get meds suitable but when she came out of hospital she was like a heroine addict who was gouching. The speech was slow and slurred and she would sleep on and off throughout the day.
Only recently my middle sister confessed that she was petrified of this strange woman with the manic smile who turned up at our home.
She was only 6 and the fact mum had been mentally absent for the last 3 years meant my siblings were used to dad doing everything and being there for them.
So from here we had regular visits from the nurse for her jags. Subjected to her constant smoking. My dad still struggling to cope. I remember my mum attempted to make chips. They were half cooked and saturated in grease. That was the last time she tried to cook in a long time.
I think this is the reason I can't become an emotional wreck. I don't mean this as it may sound but although I can be a soft touch, I am quite tough emotionally. I couldn't let my son go through