about my grandmother...
It's about my 93-year-old grandmother.
My husband issued a transfer order last month, and I was transferred to a rural area.
Due to the short period of preparation for the move and the sudden cold in the morning and evening, I and my children got sick and caught a cold...
In addition to that, the next company house I live in is an ombolo tenement house (over 50 years old), and the ventilation fan is broken, and the bathroom and rooms with poor sunlight are full of mold... As expected, there are small children, so I had discussions with my husband, and even when I moved, they didn't follow me right away, and I decided to go back to my parents' house for about 1 month.
My husband also lived there before, and since he also has a company position, I can't say that I want to leave the company house unless there is a very good reason, and I should live once to see if there are any inconveniences. That was my opinion...
There were times when I wasn't feeling well, but most of all, I think I really hated living in that company house... I cried and packed every day.
My father, mother, and grandmother are at home.
My father and mother work and aren't there during the day. My grandmother has no blur for a 93-year-old, can do all the things around her, is healthy compared to her age, and is almost alone at home during the day.
When I bring my kids home, they play with my great-grandchildren to the extent possible.
However, I think it was because we had a cold this time. My grandmother caught a cold. I slept at home for a few days, but I couldn't stop coughing, became weaker and weaker, and it seems that my heart was originally weak, and the burden became too great, so I was hospitalized for the first time.
My carelessness and selfishness made a big deal of trouble for my grandmother, and I am really full of guilt and regret.
There's nothing I can do about it even if I regret what has passed, so now that I'm in the hospital, I should do what I can. I also think, but I've always thought that if something happened to my grandmother, it was my fault. Since it's such a state of mind, children are also hit hard by trivial matters. I can't afford it.
It wasn't the kids' fault, but I'm sorry.
How should I change my feelings about myself like this?
