Post by gulfcoastgirl on May 10, 2015 20:30:16 GMT
How do you manage to stay on speaking terms?
My mom lives with my sister and maintains, at 90, a fairly active lifestyle. Mom does laundry and ironing, takes care of the pets and light housekeeping. My sister made the decision to move Mom without input or help from the rest of my family, especially my Mom, and using (ALL) the money from the sale of my mother's house, my sister built an addition onto her house. She basically railroaded over everyone until she moved Mom in. About two weeks later, she decided it was the responsibility of the rest of the family to get her OUT of the house, ASAP. Twelve years later, I'm still being pressured: When am I going to move Mom into an assisted living facility?
When I've asked what I can do to help, my sister's never been specific and usually I got (no kidding) the "if you don't know, why should I tell you?" response, or her demands have been unreasonable and difficult, if not impossible to fulfill: Take this cat, take off mom's head, put the cat head on her body and then put them both into a spaceship to Mars. Can't do it? Fuck you! I have to do everything around here!
(Not true, of course, but in my mind this is just about what her demands consist of) BTW, she also likes to tell my mother to fuck off. Mom and I always laugh, thinking that if fucking ourselves would help, we would be doing it left, right and sideways.
My sister is bi-polar (and OF COURSE above taking medication, mind you. That's for those normal sucks.) I will have a perfectly pleasant conversation with her, then five days later, I'm getting shit because I either "don't care", "never call or write", "never do anything I ask you to do", "don't think of what I"m going through", and I also "don't care about the state of my mental health" (as if anyone in her circle isn't aware of her mental health).
I would love to have my mom here with me, and I will have her for one month this summer while she gets a break from the Florida heat and the Witchbitch that is my sister. I live in Canada and there is a moratorium on sponsoring grandparents for immigration - otherwise I'd move her up here in a heartbeat and never look back.
Thanks for your reading this wall o'text.
GCG
My mom lives with my sister and maintains, at 90, a fairly active lifestyle. Mom does laundry and ironing, takes care of the pets and light housekeeping. My sister made the decision to move Mom without input or help from the rest of my family, especially my Mom, and using (ALL) the money from the sale of my mother's house, my sister built an addition onto her house. She basically railroaded over everyone until she moved Mom in. About two weeks later, she decided it was the responsibility of the rest of the family to get her OUT of the house, ASAP. Twelve years later, I'm still being pressured: When am I going to move Mom into an assisted living facility?
When I've asked what I can do to help, my sister's never been specific and usually I got (no kidding) the "if you don't know, why should I tell you?" response, or her demands have been unreasonable and difficult, if not impossible to fulfill: Take this cat, take off mom's head, put the cat head on her body and then put them both into a spaceship to Mars. Can't do it? Fuck you! I have to do everything around here!
(Not true, of course, but in my mind this is just about what her demands consist of) BTW, she also likes to tell my mother to fuck off. Mom and I always laugh, thinking that if fucking ourselves would help, we would be doing it left, right and sideways.
My sister is bi-polar (and OF COURSE above taking medication, mind you. That's for those normal sucks.) I will have a perfectly pleasant conversation with her, then five days later, I'm getting shit because I either "don't care", "never call or write", "never do anything I ask you to do", "don't think of what I"m going through", and I also "don't care about the state of my mental health" (as if anyone in her circle isn't aware of her mental health).
I would love to have my mom here with me, and I will have her for one month this summer while she gets a break from the Florida heat and the Witchbitch that is my sister. I live in Canada and there is a moratorium on sponsoring grandparents for immigration - otherwise I'd move her up here in a heartbeat and never look back.
Thanks for your reading this wall o'text.
GCG
How rude. So it was the rest of us that railroaded over her and moved our mom into a very nice nearby place where she would get the dignified care she needed and deserved, and where the rest of us would be able to visit frequently. Which the rest of us did.
