Dec 9, 2009
My mother is mentally not well. I moved her into her new place last Monday. She received a letter on her door yesterday to please find a new place to live by the end of the week. I read the letter. They, the group of women, are tired of her regaling them with stories of her illness, ailments and problems. They are a happy bunch. They are all in their 70's. They go out and drink, dance and shop. They love life. My mother is a bitter, miserable cold woman. My brother couldn't handle her for years and simply stayed away. I have had her as a burden for many years. Actually Kenny, my late husband, was the patient one. He took care of her. Yet when he was dying she wouldn't even bring him a drink of water. I try to find forgiveness. It's hard. I feel pity. She has til Sunday to find a place according to the landlord. Actually they have to legally evict her. She lasted 7 days! Unfuckingbelievable. My plate is full. My brother and Jesse and I all get along. We always have. It's nice to have a male in the house to help with Jesse when he has his macho moments. He loves my brother. There is no room for mom. She drains me. What do you do with a 66 year old woman who has not one friend on the planet. Anyone have a room for rent? PLEASE!!! Just kidding, but this is something I simply refuse to deal with. I am done. Off to work for me...
Posted by Lori