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bonstrosityGrandma smells like death.
That smell that's in the intensive care unit. The one that pervades nursing homes. The one that dad smelled like, grandma Xercie smelled like, before they died.
The anger has died down now. Now I'm just scared and sad for my mom.
I never wanted to smell that smell again. I'm tired of that smell. I've smelled it throughout my life.
And now since mom keeps fucking ignoring grandma, or just sitting there with a worried look, and not doing anything, I'm having to help her. And having to do stuff. And I can't handle this again. I can't do this. I can't fucking do this.
That smell that's in the intensive care unit. The one that pervades nursing homes. The one that dad smelled like, grandma Xercie smelled like, before they died.
The anger has died down now. Now I'm just scared and sad for my mom.
I never wanted to smell that smell again. I'm tired of that smell. I've smelled it throughout my life.
And now since mom keeps fucking ignoring grandma, or just sitting there with a worried look, and not doing anything, I'm having to help her. And having to do stuff. And I can't handle this again. I can't do this. I can't fucking do this.
