He Told Me to Choose Him or My Dementia-Stricken Father—So I Did

truth,” I repeated, my voice low, “is that you’re standing in the kitchen of a house my father helped us buy, telling him he’s the reason you’re leaving. That’s not truth. That’s cruelty.”

Mark’s eyes hardened.

“I’m not a villain because I don’t want to spend the next decade watching dementia take over our lives,” he said. “I’m allowed to have boundaries.continue reading …