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.
As the monster ages, looks fade and every attempt is made to run off husbands and boyfriends. My monster's favourite line was "He's only after MY money". Lovely ... I guess no-one in my life would ever want me for myself. I recall being in the supermarket seeing waddling 350lb women with small children and wondering why I wasn't good enough for anyone. As the monster ages, if dementia sets in things go from bad to worse and being around them is pure hell ... out of sight demands, accusations, tantrums, screaming phone calls, gaslighting, weeping, along with every trick in the book to get attention and constantly lying to outsiders so they look like the poor victim and we are the monsters.
My monster passed last fall. There was no funeral or service as she had no friends, having run them all off over time. I wouldn't even have her ashes in the house fearing that her evil would follow them. I collected them from the funeral home, scattered them at her desired spot and said to myself "Good riddance".
I've spent this past winter quietly at home out in the country with my beloved dogs coming to terms with a lifetime's memories of the Monster and her evil ways. Dealing with a monster from a very young age ... mine knocked me about and put me in hospital when I was about 6 and it never got any better ... you are just conditioned to spend a lifetime treading on eggshells and trying desperately to please which, of course, just brings more venom down on your head. Anyone who hasn't been through what we have will never understand.
I've come to the conclusion that my monster was mentally ill life long and my late father jumped through hoops and bent over backwards to fulfill her every wish and whim. If he didn't she wouldn't speak to him for weeks. At one point she got a puppy weiner dog and wanted it to sleep in the bed. My father said no dogs in the bed so she moved into the spare room with the dog. For the last 12 years of his life my father slept alone and went everywhere by himself. In the end he died of a heart attack. To this day I swear she put him in his grave. She treated us like dirt, just there to serve, be used and abused and we were both very afraid of her.
During this quiet time I've had an opportunity to go through her photo albums. Most pictures were of her or contained her, on vacations, eating at swanky restaurants and so on. I destroyed all of those, only keeping those of my father and the family pets. I also found many of my grandparents on both sides which I hadn't seen before and I kept those too. I only know back as far as my grandparents and plan to go on Ancestry.com to see if I can look further back.
I am so grateful the monster is gone for good. After spending this winter quiet time I've come to terms with things. It's like PTSD ... it will never go away but, once you are free, you will come to terms with it to whatever degree you can.
Spring is just around the corner and I'm looking forward to gardening and keeping chickens for the first time, canning the harvest and enjoying the simple life.
Although I'm now free, I do pop in here and post in the hopes that my experiences will help someone else. You are never alone. Dog Bless you all.
Sorry the following links are not allowed because of certain characters in the link but here's the family memorial playlist so far. You'll have to go to Youtube to listen.
Fist two tunes for my Dad below:
youtube -Wind Beneath My Wings -Bette Middler original video
youtube -Neil Young Old Man HD HQ original video
youtube -Elton John "Look Ma No Hands" -ultimate song for the mother who never paid you any attention and only caused you grief
For my dead brothers -youTUBE -Elton John "Daniel My Brother" hq hd w lyrics. The first Bro died of congenital heart disease. He was one of the youngest children in the early 60's to get open heart surgery in Canada which gave him 10 more years than the typical kid who was dying of this at 16-17 years. He played the piano and loved Elton John as did I. WE both fought like brothers and sisters (moaybe more) but the fighting stopped when he would play the piano and I would sing. (I'm SILLYHEART21 on youtube). My mother had the intelligence to take a chance to get him this surgery done when it was so experimental but then tormented him in later life (died at 27 years) with things like calling his fiancee and announcing that the wedding was "off" when he displeased her (he was no angel) but that was cruel. His heart and nerves just couldn't take her and he died.
I had to leave. I did not want to die. I have to stay away from her. I don't want to die. I have two kids and a husband. I can not die.
In terms of setting boundaries, you might look up a very long thread on here. It's called " is it normal she's so negative?" It's a long tale of two women who have learned to manage their reactions to the negative behaviors that their mothers display. And welcome!
You will survive and outlive this mean person as their punishment for making your life hell. My younger brother who learned to be mean told me as his last words to "have a nice life"....so I did not join in with the drama and I DID HAVE A NICE LIFE! he died five years later ...miserable. Get rid of toxic people in your life by removing the "audience" that you provide and enable them to capture! You have already proved that you are already that "good girl" or "good boy" that you still think you need to be to them. They will never admit it or give you that pat on the back. It simply is unlikely to come. They might?! ..and some old crows back down as they see the light coming for them but as I have said in previous posts some old mean birds just want to "go down with the ship" and with you "swabbing the deck" as they smile into the face of death going fiercely into that cold dark and really they must be pooping their pants at this point because they are definitely not getting through the Pearly Gates with ST. Peter if you know what I mean. No it's the work yard down with "the guy in the red suit" under and I am NOT talking about Santa in Australia! So faced with that "existance" on "the other side" so close at hand, what do you think is running through their minds? It has to still be a so called "fight or flight response" right? They either go with it with you doting over them and embrace the care and give up some control (which is difficult for them) or they get their little granny fists up and put on "their big old girl Depends underwear" and fight until the last breath. When my mother and father were forcibly removed from their beautiful home gone into ruins with feeces, urine, insects, rotting food in the fridge and other attrocities that I had begged to clean up, there was my mother telling the police officer and the psychiatrist who removed her after my dad, that she needed a cigarette first. She smoked that "but" and put it out after about three drags. Then they started injecting her and she was hitting the paramedic over the head with her flashlight (she liked sitting in the dark -yes creepy) and by now I am on the scene as her last ditch attempt to stay in the house (would never have called me otherwise , even if my dad died) and as the doctor is injecting her to calm her down she says and I quote "I never thought this could happen". What? that you could leave my dad to rot and not feed him??!! Bless the CCAC for coming in on this one!
Two of us have finally blocked our Mom's number today.
I've been in therapy for many years but just finding this thread is like 10 years of therapy in one go!
We are NOT ALONE!
Today's been hard. I'm crying pretty much constantly. But I'm finally taking my power back.
Thank you to all of you!
We advised our attorneys to proceed full throttle to full conservatorship as we finally have something tangible to show the court that she is acting without any regard for anyone except her. Her stepdaughters have been advised to go after her with us for negligently handing the family trust as she is closing bank accounts because of paranoia that "nosey people are after her".
We keep getting told "well, it's the disease" - if they haven't met her.
From the ones that know her, we get kudos for hanging in.
We literally want her behind a locked door before she kills someone.
She will be taken care of - but we all won't be beating down a door to visit either.
A miserable life indeed - but those were her choices.
She's lucky to have a son that believes in doing the right thing.
I see only good things in most of the people here. The only thing we have to make sure of is that people don't abuse the good nature. And if they try, it is their problem and not ours. I hope that you are able to work around your mother to get things done so everyone doesn't miss out on the enjoyment of your father.
I just thought of a good "model" for many caregivers. Maybe the abused/neglected child learned that they were not really so important, so ended up being more likely to give of themselves. Yes, I like that reason. We really don't want to think that someone becomes a caregiver because they are still flawed and faulty. Maybe it is just the opposite for some people.