She has dominated her childrens' lives with little concern for anyones' feeling but her own. She is now in a wonderful assisted living and her dementia (I think) has illuminated her personality into a person who I can no longer bear to be around. She has again managed to alienate everyone around her with her insults and insensitivity. She is nasty and uncooperative with the aids (who are wonderful) And complains, complains, complains about everyone, everything and blames my sister and myself for the air she breathes. I am sick of her and I don't want to visit her anymore and don't feel that my adult children need to be manipulated like I was and be around her negative attitude anymore. I hate feeling obligated to have her at my house as I have every holiday of our lives and force my children to "tolerate" her for my sake. The guilt is unbearable but I feel that now being 60 years old I would like to feel that this person does not dominate my whole life. I would like to have a happy holiday for a change and have my children WANT to come home (without Grandma always there)
There has never been any pleasing her before and now she sends me into bouts of depression that I have a hard time shaking. Am I alone? I feel like a selfish person but I don't like her now and never did before. The guilt is killing me.
Just understand, you can't be responsible for anyone else's happiness. You can't "fix" old age and you can't fix her negative outlook. Have you ever tried ignoring her tantrums? Her resentment can't do you harm if you don't let it.
What can I do?
But I didn't.
Lately her memory has deteriorated to the point that she does not know what she did a half hour earlier. So she will ask for her lunch over and over just a half hour, after she had it. Then she gets nasty. " Ok then just forget about it, I'll just starve". I tell her she just ate, but she doesn't believe me. I'm not sure whether to just keep feeding her till she bursts or what. When dementia hits, it's a hard thing to deal with, trust me. It takes all we have. Hopefully it won't take everything out of us. I truly feel for you. We are in the same boat.
GIVE YOURSELF GRACE!!!! You DO NOT have to suffer for mom's bad decisions. If that means that she spends a holiday in the facility, at least she's not alone.
Last year I finally took a stand and decided NOT to let the guilt take over. I spent Thanksgiving, Christmas AND New Year's with my DOG!!! BEST HOLIDAYS EVER.
Your mom will be fine, and so will you. One of two things will happen: She will realize that she is a product of her own disdain (HIGHLY unlikely) or you will become the bad gal again. Who cares? You're 60 and deserve peace and happiness. She'll be fine.
My mother complains about my kids not doing 'enough' for her also......and she treats my daughter particularly nasty. I tell her, if she has an issue with them, then to please take it up with THEM, as they are grown up's and I'm not responsible for them! I have a full time (very stressful) job, a house to take care of, a husband, and finances to deal with for TWO families. It irritates the heck of me that my mother doesn't have ONE ounce of empathy to be able to realize that all of HER complaining & carrying on only ADDS to my already FULL plate. But hey, wishing for things to be different isn't going to happen. So I have to figure out how to take care of ME, and put HER issues OUT of my mind! Here's hoping you can do the same.
Anyway, my heart goes out to you for all you're going through, dear lady. I hope you can learn how to set down boundaries with your mother, or else she will continue to walk all over you. YOU make the rules, and if she doesn't like the new rules, well, she can add it to the list of everything else she doesn't like!! Enough is enough.
And you are right about how much one person can cause so much havoc. When my husband gets home from work, he can take one look at me and know if I've talked to my mother. I am on the floor, in a puddle of tears. And often, when I leave her "independent living" I find myself in the elevator with other middle aged women on the verge of tears.
Babalou - she really can't afford a geriatric care manager or a financial consultant and she's also super-cheap. That's why I'm doing her taxes - just so much easier than the fight over hiring an accountant. It takes a whole day but it is the lesser of the two evils.
The other, more recent thread is that of a woman who felt she needed to respond to her mom's every desire...a new dog, a trip, whatever mom asked for, the daughter was expected to provide. She finally entered therapy and is learning some self preservation skills.
You might find therapy useful. Wishing you well.
Sending you a hug today, and a prayer that you don't ruin YOUR life over HER issues.
You denied me access to my money? this is not to be believed . I will
call them tomorrow and tell them that it is MY MONEY. I EARNED IT! YOU
did something that was not given by me. I Want this money back. ASAP!!!
Not the first time this has happened. She doesn't know how to use the computer. She screws it up every single time she touches it. A few weeks ago, she mis-entered her password several times and no surprise, she got locked out. Instead of calling me, she called the company and demanded that they tell her the password. Eventually she called me and screamed at me. I re-set her password and then dropped what i was doing on a workday and drove over there to explain it to her and give her the new password. We had a long conversation about it and other things and I left.
So when I got this nasty e-mail last night I jumped in the car and drove over there. She was still at dinner. We went up to her apartment and I got on her computer. I saw she had two small pieces of paper next to the laptop, both with the old password. I dug through the stack of papers she accumulates on her desk and sure enough, there was the paper I'd given her with the new password. I logged into her account, and sat and waited for her. When she came in I told her to go look at her computer and then come out and apologize to me. She refused. I screamed at her. She denied remembering that I had given her a new password although her convenient memory allowed her to remember specific parts of the conversation. I told her she was a miserable old bitch who wanted everyone else to be miserable too and we were not going to allow her to do that to us.
Then we had the re-run of "you won't tell me where my money is." I have written it down for her multiple times. I have told her multiple times. I have logged onto each account and showed her multiple times. Then "I own that house (meaning our house)" which is her interpretation of "I let you borrow part of the purchase price and you are paying me back at 4.25% even though a bank mortgage would have been 3.5% and it is legally secured by a recorded mortgage and you paid $2,000 in recording fees and attorneys fees for that." But she OWNS my house. Oh and then she says "you will never pay me back - I won't live long enough to get my money back." True. The whole point of this transaction was that she doesn't have enough income to live there. She needed additional income. We couldn't afford to give her the extra money she needed AND pay a mortgage. So we borrowed from her, give her interest at a much higher rate than she could get from a bank, and she has the income she needs. And we've explained that to her dozens of times.
And then she thinks we still HAVE the money. Stupid woman. How can she not understand that we used the money to buy the effing house?
I hate her. And I don't feel one ounce of guilt for hating her. I was able to avoid her most of my life, when my father was alive. I can't avoid her now because I am her only family. My sister (only sibling) died 40 yrs ago. I told her point blank - I am no longer going to behave as though I am your daughter. You treat total strangers better than you treat me. You have been treating me like shit for years. No more. I am not your doormat anymore. You can't take your anger at the world out on me. I am now going to be the "unpaid help." I will do your banking, taxes, get your groceries, or whatever else you need. I will make sure you have good medical care. And that's it. I will do those things and then leave. No socializing, no dinners out, no lunches, no phone calls to chat (not that I ever have anything to say to her anyway).
My husband and I have a wonderful life and I am not going to allow her to become a cancer that destroys our lives.
No response necessary. I just needed to vent. Thanks for listening.
No comment on how advisable it is to be the physician of record for a family member! Actually, not generally recommended and often not permissible (depends on the state.) But that's water under the bridge now. Sorry it all went this way for you and mom, and hope there is someone who still cares about her that she might have some positive interaction with.
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When I have her over my house for a holiday, the visit is limited in duration as well. This way, I never have to raise my voice or have an argument with her, and that reduces the guilt tremendously. I do the best I can, and it's irrelevant that it's never good enough.
The whole relationship is a miserable mess, but nowadays, I'm starting to focus on taking care of ME and letting the caregivers take care of HER. By the way, they all think the world of her because they dont get to see the ugliness and back stabbing. She's been treating my daughter quite badly lately too, and I've advised her to keep the visits and calls to a minimum.
Good luck
I agree with cmag that a letter wouldn't be much point. You can write it to get out the feelings, then tear it up or burn it when you're ready.
I feel bad for your niece. She must be saint. I'm glad she can get away from it to go to work. And I'm glad the family is involved so the niece can get away some time. You're in a situation, I know. Your mother is difficult, but your niece needs to be able to get away sometimes. Things are difficult to sort through when a parent has a difficult personality. I would keep going as normal, but get a hotel room for the wife and as a getaway place. (Sounds expensive, though!)
I would likely tell her, "you physically assaulted my wife and that is the last straw, good bye." What does your wife want to do? I doubt she even wanted to be there.
Your mom physically assaulting her tells me that she's a possible danger to others. This needs to be reported.
All hell broke loose. The barrage of profanity and insults going back to the moment I was born would have made Betty Davis blush. It was entirely one-sided. I never recipricated with criticism of my own although maybe I should have. I just let her go on and on for about a half hour, during which she became increasingly profane and violent, even physically assaulting my wife who stood by silently and innocently. Then she ceremoniously threw us out of HER house, promising to dis-inherit me on my way out, adding that she never, ever wanted to hear from me again. Ever!
Well, that was awkward for many reasons. We had just arrived from the other side of the planet and my sister and niece had just left on a 7-day cruise. The next day, she talked with my niece on the phone and, having completely re-constructed the episode in her mind, wondered where I was and why I wasn't there taking care of her as I had promised. In the end my wife and I remained in the area while staying elsewhere. I looked in every day, avoiding any flying objects and insults, to make sure she was OK and had food, etc. until my sister returned. Then we left.
You might think there is more to this story, but there really isn't. My mother is simply a horrible, paranoid narcisist. She is not senile and she is in rather good health so this situation will be with us for a long time to come. There is no way out. She can't put the toothpaste back in the tube and I can't do more than I already do. Nor can anyone else. Since I can't (nobody can) have a normal conversation with her about our relationship, I am thinking of writing her a letter to explain how I feel, without resorting to insults or anything hurtful. She might not read it, probably would just ignore it or throw it away. But at least I could get some things off my chest. Maybe my last chance ever.