On Wednesday, June 20, 2001, I decided that I would drive to my Mother's house and take her to Dialysis. I had not called the day before, as I knew my brother would tell me not to come. First, I stopped at the neighbors house, where the 'manipulator' stayed with her elderly aunt and uncle. When one of them, came to the door, I just said, that I would be taking my Mother to Dialysis today. This 'manipulator' is not the type of person that my Mother would have ever chosen to be around, if she could make her own decisions. My Mother always took pride in how she looked. This lady (manipulator) was short of being 5 feet tall, 300 lbs and no teeth.
When I got to Mother's door, it was locked and when Mother saw me, she told my brother to unlock the door. Remember, my Mother was not able to get off of a chair by herself. When he unlocked the door, my brother told me that I could go back home. I came early so that I could paint an area of ceiling in Mother's bedroom, as she had been wanting this water stained area painted. She finished her breakfast, as I done that. Then I helped her get dressed. I curled and styled her hair. She always liked her hair to look nice, too. Shortly after I got there, my brother tried to tell my Mother that "today is friday" but she said, "NO, today is Wednesday". Now, this made me wonder, if something was wrong with him OR if he was trying to make Mother think that she was mixed up, and confused.
We stopped at the Court House, to get Dad's car transferred into her name. Then went on to Shenandoah for her Dialysis treatment. Her appt. was at 11 a.m. She finished about 3:30 p.m. and then we went to eat. That day we stopped at the Country Inn Restaurant, where she had eaten many times and liked the food there. We took some food home for my brother.
It was 6 p.m. when we arrived at her house. My brother ate his food. I began to talk about some business issues, since Dad was gone. My brother became very hateful and began yelling at me. After about 30 minutes of his 'ranting and raving', I knew he could not be civil. When I left he told me that I was not welcome there anymore. I didn't think about it at the time, but now I know it was a form of his control.
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