Sad but true confession: MIL's SNF called yesterday and said they are opening in-person visits. Haven't seen her since March 10. I dread dread dread returning on Saturday. I'm afraid of being sucked back down that rabbit hole. She's back with Hospice and diagnosed Stage 6E Alzheimers. I hoped and prayed she would simply go peacefully in her sleep (she's 96 now). Seven months wasn't long enough to rejuvenate me from all the years of grief and emotional abuse she heaped on me.
Ugh. Thanks for listening and (hopefully) not judging.