It didn’t happen in a dramatic fight. It happened on Day 31. My mother asked me to grab her reading glasses from the other room—a two-second task. And I snapped. My voice cracked. "Can’t you get them yourself? I just sat down. I haven’t eaten today."
Yesterday, I sat down with my mom. I apologized for snapping. I told her, "I love you so much that I broke myself trying to prove it. That wasn't fair to either of us." After a month of showering my mother with love ...
Why pouring from an empty cup hurts everyone—and how to refill it. It didn’t happen in a dramatic fight
Caregiving—whether for an aging parent, a sick spouse, or even a high-needs child—is not a sprint of intensity. It is a marathon of consistency. a sick spouse