My mother moved in with us 2 years ago. She always has been very self-centered. My father did everything for her. She expected everything she wanted and he gave it to her. Now living with me, she is very demanding and wants what she wants when she wants it. She has said some very nasty things to me that have been very hurtful. I have shed many tears. I do have one sister but she is mentally not well and can't take care of herself, so, I am alone. My husband travels for his job and so I deal with this mostly alone. She doesn't let me have any kind of a life, if I have time for myself then I should be doing something for her. I hate to have the feelings that I have. I don't have a mother-daughter relationship anymore. It is a queen and her servant. I am getting to the point that I don't even like her anymore and I cringe when I hear her walker coming. I do not like this feeling.
I had to give mine up... it was awful anyways... haven't had a mammogram in 2 years & am very at risk.... I am looking into free clinics. I was working at home for a contractor but that contract dried up. I am very on edge til Monday... but, I'm so worried that these doctors will just want to operate & not ok hospice - I am not equiped to take care of a bedridden cancer & Alzhmeier's patient alone... I don't have the strength... I know that... Monday will tell... thank you for letting me vent...
You are not isolated or alone. Please keep coming back her for support.
Carol
I'm not saying you should, or have to, but this thought comes to mind: What about sitting her down, looking her straight in the eye, and telling her what she said is completely unacceptable? OK, silly me. Trying to reason with an unreasonable person. Dementia just makes people crazy! And that's a fact. Yours is not the only story on these posts like that. Ask mitzipinki, right mitzi? We marvel how someone can be so incredibly insensitive, and say such "evil" things. My Mom is sarcastic, backbiting, caustic, and perpetually difficult and complaining. She's angry and combative. Not just with me, but with others as well. So sad. Why? I don't know! And they take advantage of our natural desires for love and affection and family relations. No matter how bad they treat us, we still want their love and affection and attention. And they are incapable. So we feel hurt, sacrifice our selves hoping they'll change, and the cycle continues. You're not alone, but in good company. Many daughters struggle as you do.
Thank God that you love your daughter and want to do nice things for her. Your mother is jealous. She's mean and selfish. I think we're sisters. And I think your husband has had enough and is trying to protect you. She doesn't understand because her focus is herself. She's manipulative and controlling, and I think I'm your twin. Either that, or your Mom and my Mom are sisters. Take care of yourself, and listen to your husband. He has your best interests at heart. Someone else needs to "take care" of your mother because she burned her bridges at your house. Thank your husband, and have Mom placed somewhere. Even though it's your Mom, you don't need to be treated like that. Respect yourself. Regardless of your Mom, do it for you. Your Mom needs to be someplace else. I'll bet she doesn't last long with your sister, either. Be relieved, and move on. O, and be supportive of your sister. Make alternative plans for Mom. Don't let it confuse you, it's Mom's behavior that's wrong, not yours. Don't feel guilty or obligated. Help your sister find suitable housing for your Mom and everyone will live better. I know about the empathy struggle. Mine's compassion, and Mom uses it against me. Too bad for her. You say your Mom has major issues, and not many in her life. I say it's that way for a reason. Look past Mom, and see a bitter broken person. Give her love and pity, but give her distance, too. You can't make her be nice.
I'm talking to myself, as well. My Mom is so pitiful, it makes me want to help her. But no good deed goes unpunished. It's a sick game. Someone has to stop playing. Go enjoy your husband and daughter. And if you wouldn't mind say a prayer for me, and I'll pray for you and your husband, sister and mother. Take care.
My mother is narcissistic (to the 10th power), and the day she told me she wanted me dead for her own selfishness, we crossed a line. But out of our totally dysfunction history together, mom taught me one thing: stubbornness
My mom used to tell me all the time how stubborn I was. Asked my husband how he could live with a person this stubborn, etc and one day my mom was in my face about how stubborn I was and I flat out looked at her and said, "At least I use it for good, not evil."
That was my defining moment in how I'd live the rest of my life. Tough love takes stubbornness. It takes action and it takes misery while constantly pushing through what needs to be done.
Your mom gave you at least that one gift out of all that is miserable. Take it out for a ride. It gets easier with time (altho still tearful).
My counselor also told me one thing that helped me with my stubbornness for "good". He said "You can't get blood from a stone." So why continually fight? I gave my mom choices every day and she simply chose or would not choose leaving me with the decision. Tough love, it can be a __ well we get it.
There is a fine line I believe in dealing with a self-absorbent, controlling, all about me parent and one having dementia or Alzheimer's. So please just be careful although believe me when I say I completely understand.
My poor husband has had to deal with a lot when it comes to my mother. I am an only child and so it makes it very difficult not to recruit my spouse to help. He has been used to try and manipulate me, insulted, yelled at, and just everything else you can imagine. When my husband's mother recently died unexpectedly, he does not want anything to do with my mother due to her lack of care for life. To be honest, I completely agree.
You have to make a choice on what's right for your situation. Venting is great to do, but in the end tough choices based on tough love must evolve. The question is, what will you do to provide for your family and your mother?
Its strange how all these mothers we have problems with have all been described as "always been selfish".. its like they are all cut from the same cloth. The me me me cloth..lol..
Working closely with her psychiatrist has been one of the greatest assets. With the proper medication, mom's outburst and control issues have been kept to a much tolerable level, yet without depriving her of her natural self, such as it is with her worsening mental condition.
I prayed so hard-It was level three cancer...nine years ago. Now, she has dementia. And we will NEVER bond, I can't make her love me. So, I prayed for the wrong thing? I think so. Instead of praying to keep her alive for me, I needed to pray for what was best for all of us. I guess the moral of the story is that after all of these years, we just have to let things go. My mother explained that taking care of a baby is just keeping the orafaces clean, the belly full, and then you just ignore them until they can talk and reason with you. (Where she expected us to learn how to talk is beyond me, thank heaven for speach threapy in the public schools,) I will make sure that she is fed, safe, and clean, and I will go to the ones
that can give love to get my love. It was a hard lesson. Not everyone is going to love me. But it does not mean that I am unlovable or unloved. It just means something is missing in her brain. Some glitch. She had the best parents in the world, and she couldn't love them either. It doesn't bother her because she just doesn't know any difference. Maybe we all need to think of it as a handicap and adjust our lives accordingly, but like mitzi- It breaks your heart until the pieces are so small it just can't break anymore. Then we worry that we are cold...and gasp...unloving. But if that were the case, would we still be here? Would we still be working this hard? We need to lighten up on ourselves. Hang in, hang on and love the ones that can love you back.
Ladies, I've hard some hard lessons with mom. I'm just now for the first time in my life trying to find who I am. Literally, and its just too long to post in this thread. But let me share with you what brought me to my "boundary" where I can step back (still hurts, but I can do it).
About 10 months ago (before mom's hospital runs and such before assisted living), there was a severe storm here. Now what you have to understand that the past 5 years, since my dad's stroke (he was fairly competent then), she has tried EVERYTHING to get me to quit my job (using my best friend, husband, and job) to stay with her for her needs. So during this severe storm they issued a hurricane warning in our area (which really is unheard of). We are getting ready to go in our basement (its pitch black out). She calls me and begs me to come over and starts crying and pleading. God I've never heard her more pathetic (I had to refrain from crying myself). I said, "Mom if I leave my house, I could die. Then what good would I be? Do you really want that?" Without a flinch in her voice she screamed, "Yes!" and hung up the phone. I was devastated. (crying now as I think about it).
I vowed from that day I couldn't change her selfishness. So when she started throwing her temper tantrums about going to the hospital because she couldn't breathe (as she was yelling) she ran screaming from me into dad's arms, I just held open the front door and said, "You have a choice and I'll take you if you want to go, otherwise I'm leaving you." My husband witnessed her and heard her yelling about how she couldn't believe my husband could marry a woman like me and so forth. I held open the door for 2 minutes, and I shut the door and actually told my husband to come with me. Emotionally I didn't turn back.
Needless to say, mom survived, I had a broken heart about her behavior and even though I cry myself sick sometimes over having such a miserable mother, I try to focus on the one thing she taught me... stubbornness which I jokingly say I use for good not evil.
I still have "challenges" with her, but they have gotten somewhat easier. Do not think that I am this cold-hearted and emotionless person. My husband has watched me cry, get berated and even tried defending me. But I drew my line when she wanted me dead. The question to you guys/gals is what is your breaking line? What is your line in the sand?
I still honor her making sure her basic needs are care for with excellence and get a counselor to go to her facility even to try and help her, but I will not allow the behaviors to affect my life anymore.
Thank you Dede for calling me an icon, but my stubbornness to get past this helped me more. God has given me an innate strength that I rely on Him for. Hopefully you will each find God can provide an innate strength to deal with these challenges. With all humbleness, thank you.
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