She's bipolar but has never admitted or discussed it with me. It's taken me thirty years to work out that dad is not the one with the problem and that, sadly, due to her condition
my mother can't be relied on. The thing is, because it can't be discussed, I resent it and find it much more difficult to acknowledge as medical. And I can't have trivial vonversation with her because I'm internally screaming at her. I feel guilty and cold for feeling this way, but she has recently been admitted again, according to her because they've had difficult building works and a duff holiday, and I am cross. We are going to see her this week, I will be civil and not unkind but I'm fed up with pretending.