She’s back in assisted living. Sigh.
I will continue looking for group homes and apparement associated with mental health, but for the time being I’m just going to set up some activites for her to do during the day. And I’ve resolved to invite her over to dinner at least once a week. Today’s the first dinner, and we’re going out to see X-Men afterwards. I think this situation is better for our relationship in the long run, but I still feel guilty that she’s stuck back in a facility.