a.d. elliott - Take the Back Roads

  Dear Henry, Today is Christmas 2024, and I am so happy the baby is born and the new year is on its way.  2024 has been one of the worst years ever. Earlier this year,  we had to commit my mother to a nursing home for memory care. She has had dementia for quite a while and has been falling regularly for years, but this year, her condition has deteriorated to the point that we had no choice but to put her in memory care.  It's been a terrible process and brought to the foreground all of the horrific dynamics that exist in my family. I'm disgusted with the lot, and because all the family skeletons are falling out of the closet, I am really, really angry. I'm angry at my mother. Her lifelong abuse of prescription opiates, gabapentin, alprazolam, and alcohol has directly caused this outcome. I am angry that she is so weak. I am angry at the doctors who prescribed these drugs to her. I'm also angry at my mother for what she has done to my middle sister, who spent her who...