COMING TOGETHER--78
It is now Sunday, Father's Day.  I drove Mom over to my brother's house for a Father's Day celebration.  It didn't turn out to be about Father's Day at all.  Phil likes to hold court about his golf game, his daughters have their babies there for the women, and I didn't belong at all.
  Mom was in good spirits, with so many to wait on her.  She and I brought ice cream and cake but nobody got around to dessert, since no one ate at the same time. Everyone did what they wanted to, apart from any kind of family group togetherness.
  Phil got to see what Mom is like.  I think he offered to drive Mom home after I left because he saw how weary I am.  Taking care of Mom 24-7 is hard on me because I am a control freak in relationships.  I know I have to get out of this so it's something I have to focus on.
  I left the place early, around 2pm, Mom came home around 4pm.  I was asleep.  I didn't say much to her.  I don't know where I am with her: at least I have to say I don't like where I am with her right now but I don't know that I should make any move.
  I'm stressed, but it's probably due to my control obsession more than any circumstance.
  I've asked Phil whether she thinks I should let Mom have her car keys back.  I will probably do what she thinks.  Maybe both Mom and I need time away from each other.  What Phil says about Mom driving might be just the thing for me to begin to let go.