I'm having "a day". Yesterday, Mom told me that she does NOT ask me daily where Dad is. Uummm, yes, she does. As well as ask whether my brother knows. LOL No, I have kept this secret for three months. No clue who we buried.
Today? She called me a bitch and that I was free to move out. "Uummm... who's gonna take care of you?" She'll find someone.
Good news? This will shortly be forgotten. By her. Not me. I'm a proverbial elephant.