Is there anyone out there besides me who wishes their mother would die? This miserable woman has lived with me for 5 years and I don't know how much more of her I can take. She is constantly trying to start an arguement with me. I don't get it. She has 3 other children who want nothing to do with her, I take her in and I get all the crap. Someone, please, just tell me you understand...all I want is a little sympathy and understanding for someone!
I hope things get better for you. Good luck & God bless
She is NEVER anything but vicious, saying unspeakable things about her sister, blaming my brother's wife (not his decades of heavy smoking) for his death, and blaming me for every misery she and my father had for the last decade before his death from cancer. Even the cancer is my fault. Everyone who refuses to support her fictitious reality is a liar and "mentally sick."
She accuses absolutely everyone who comes near her house of stealing from her--when in fact, the truth almost always turns out to be that she hid things and forgot. She claims not to remember any of her misdeeds or cruelties, and concocts preposterous allegations out of thin air against the very few people who bother with her anymore. She gaslights anyone who dares to mention the horrid things she has done--it simply never happened and is a hurtful lie told to be cruel to her.
She has no friends. She allowed no friendships while my father was alive because she was convinced that every female was "after" her husband--even her sons' wives and nurses at the hospital. She has despised every partner her children have had. She wants visits from her children (and grandchildren) only, but spouses are not "allowed" in her house. She screams at her 80 y.o. sister and threatens physical violence. She abused my father while he was ill and kept him a virtual prisoner. She verbally, emotionally and physically abused me as a child, until one day, at about 15, I had enough and smacked her face and her glasses went flying and smashed and then I picked up a dining chair and smashed it on the floor. I wanted to smash it over her head. She never hit me again.
She never has anything positive to say, nothing is ever enough, and she loves to threaten to "cut off" people she is supposed to unconditionally love. Any attempt to call her on her behavior results in instant boo-hoo, poor me, blubbering--she's always the victim.
I have to keep my child away from her to keep him safe. I cannot leave her alone with my child. I caught her interrogating my child when he was a toddler, trying to get my child to say his father hurt him. Nothing could be further from the truth. She actually wanted me to *give* my child to her to raise (and she was in her late 70's and my father was practically bedridden with terminal cancer)--and this is a woman who did not bother to see me while pregnant, nor be present at her grandchild's birth. She tried to convince me how much better my life would be without the nuisance of a child (that my spouse and I planned!).
Sorry to ramble, but my mother is a waste of oxygen, brings nothing but pain and heartache to everyone, and I will rejoice and be deeply grateful if I outlive her. She has never done anything but damage to anyone in her life.
For so many, her death will be the end the pain she inflicts, and we can finally start to heal.
So, no, wishing the end could come is totally, totally understandable under these circumstances. There may have been reasons she is the way she is, something in the way she was brought up, and thought it seems to be hoping against hope that any positive change could occur, I will pray for that. Some people just build up these huge horrible walls where they do not understand that forgiveness is possible and they therefore cannot begin to admit they have ever been wrong or at fault for anything. It is an unimaginable prison they construct and has nothing to do with rationality or reason, it is just maintained at all costs to them and the other people who can even be in their world at all.
She's been going on for some time about coming to see my house (which is 10 minutes away) but I always managed to put her off as, like always, it would be a nightmare "ewww, what a dump, you need to do this, you need to do that" which has been her attitude wherever I've lived. Well, it may not be Better Homes & Gardens but I came to this country with 2 suitcases, $100 and a roof over my head for a week and I worked 2 jobs for some years to become established, doing it all by myself. Three months ago, trying to hide her vitamin drink on top of a wardrobe, she fell & broke her hip and is now wheelchair/bedridden. She'll never walk again so at least she can't physically come after me.
I've started driving transport for dog rescue. Two weeks ago, just about to pull out to do my leg of a transport, she called and berated me for doing it "You shouldn't be doing this, it's your time and your gas, you have 2 dogs you should be spending those hours with them blah, blah, blah". Supposedly she's always been a rabid dog lover - for the last 12 years of my father's life she slept in the spare room with her dog in the bed, my father slept alone - and she begrudges these little puppies a chance at life?? I was livid to say the least!
A couple of days ago she called with "I've been thinking I should get a little house like yours. When I said it was impossible as she couldn't manage, cook or clean she started screaming at me that she could and I hung up on her. Later she left a weepy apologetic message on my machine. That evening she called again and we had a total screaming match. It ended with me telling her that I would ensure her finances were in order, her bills paid and I'd pick up any extras she wanted but if she ever called me again I'd change my phone number and make it unlisted.
It takes me a couple of days to get over the upset of these shenanigans and I've totally had it. It's time to get on and rebuild my life. From here on I'll do my duty but personally I want nothing more to do with her.
I know that sounds really awful. At first, I really was happy that they had saved her life, that she was alright and stable, and she finally looked and acted alright, much more 'normal' for her stage of alz... it was a relief.. at first.... Don't get me wrong, it's not that, on some level anyway, I wasn't happy to be able to be there for her... I was. I'm glad that I'm big enough to give what my mom would never give, to anyone, for any reason... Her relatives took care of her mother in her declining years, when she had cancer and was totally blind... Mom was here in the states. I remember my grandmother fondly... Anyway, yes, I'm happy on some level that I was big enough to dig deep enough to find what it took to do what it took. I was determined that my mom would be comfortable, clean, well looked after...I tried my best the last couple years she's been really bad to do my best for her, just because she's human...
But....
The toll.
The toll.
The toll....
OMG. I can't describe the toll this has taken on me personally, and I mean literally on all levels. Yes, I have learned some lessons on this journey that are priceless...but the price to my health, in all ways, was almost as great...
I am in a deep, black funk right now. It's just worries and worries and more worries, that never seem to stop. I do have some issues in my life worked out, but then it seems like new issues pop up...
I feel an almost desperate need to start...doing something... I really want to get further educated and start working... I feel such an intense need to do that, but.... I can't. Not now. I'm in this godawful LIMBO.. I can't make a single solitary move until I know for a fact what I'm going to have to face, possibly in the near future, concerning my mom.... Some lady called, talking insurance stuff, and my mom might have to come back home. Every single time I think about it, I shudder...
I am totally and completely enjoying this time, and no, I don't feel guilty, not one single iota. Not for that joy. I won't feel guilty about it.
I've learned that there is indeed such a thing as giving too much... Giving is good. It always will be. Maybe in RL wars it's alright to give your life for your country if you've sworn to do so ahead of time... But no one on the planet has the absolute right to every single bit of you, down to the damn marrow.
I do not owe my mom my LIFE, down to my last freaking breath. .
Sean, my son, and I had a discussion. I told him straight up that I could not, and would not, look after my mom in this house another single minute, ever again in this lifetime. I told him honestly that I just, literally, wasn't healthy enough myself, that I just couldn't even begin to imagine, that minute, trying to dredge up the damn energy to deal with my mother yet again... I want to curl into a little ball and start begging for the torture to stop.... Hers and mine..
I am drained dry in every single way there is to be drained. I did my best. I did so damn well that I feel I was, and could be still, on my way to a rather early death..
NO. The end.
Do I wish my mom would die? I've asked the One to please, please, make death happen softly for my mom, in her sleep, hopefully on some good drugs to keep her peaceful and calm, never knowing what hit her...
...but make it happen. Alz is a long, ugly slow ride into death. It's ugly, and those who deal with it get it. I'm weary to the bone of it. I feel like I could sleep for a year..
I've been surrounded by death, and pretty much isolated in this house for years, with no real contact with the vast majority of the outside world... I'm dying, too.
I've asked the higher power for two things for myself... Peace. And just a few good years of life and health, it didn't have to be that many, but.... a few good years without my mom in my life seems like a nice reward from God for a job well done...
When I was a teen I told our neighbor Sonja that I would never be free until my mom was 6 ft under. I didn't realize at the time how literal that really was going to turn out to be...
I don't hate my mom, all that mess is pretty much gone now... but... really? Her life isn't really a life anymore... So yeah, sometimes I do wish that my mom would just quietly pass... for all our sakes...
I realize that you are scheduled for some tests related to your heart. I meant to tell you a day or two ago that there are so many things that can be done for you now days that will help you to feel better. About 20 years ago (@ 39) I had to have a heart valve replaced with a mechanical valve. Up until the replacement, I used to get bronchitis at least twice a year, sometimes three. Just before having the valve replaced I could hardly function. My chest would hurt and my lungs would begin to fill with water and I felt like I was drowning. Coughing constantly. After the valve replacement (they've made a lot of progress in this area) my heart returned to normal size (it was enlarged) and I haven't had bronchitis for 20 years. I have to take a blood thinning medication but monitor it regularly and am careful to watch for symptoms of bleeding or a change in the sound of the valve.
All that being said, I have had a wonderfully healthy life since that time, with no complications. I do praise God for that because I know that He keeps me in the palm of His hand.
I have been caregiving more intensely for my Mom for the past 5 years (although she has lived with my hubby and me for 35) but now she is steadily declining. My job isn't as hard as yours has been since my Mom only has mild dementia, she is generally cooperative, but our relationship hasn't been as close as I would have liked which has been a bit painful (she gravitates more towards my older sister). Can't hardly hear or see and is so physically frail that it seems she will hardly be on her own two feet much longer.
But even with all the positives for my Mom, it still feels sometimes that this job just wont ever end. I too pray for a gentle and easy passing for my Mom. I guess we go through these things sometimes to help us find out the stuff we're really made of and based on your post. It sounds like you're made of some good stuff.
Hang in there. Take care of yourself, make sure you get your tests and get the help you need to make yourself well. It may actually be something very simple and very treatable. I hope that it is.
Have you ever heard the saying.."No good deed goes unpunished?" That is what has happened to you, you were the only child to step up and agree to care for Mom, so what do you get in return, a lot of grief. I know what you mean to be blamed for everything or talked to rudely or just not appreciated for all that you do. Everyone reaches that point where they wonder if it is all worth it. We wonder why we are doing this when we have nothing to gain from it, we did it out of the goodness of our hearts, it was an act of love and now we feel like we are being abused.
You are not alone here, you need rest, you need to get away from the situation for a while and renew your spirit. I know your siblings want nothing to do with Mom but if I were you I would either call and ask for them to come and spend a period of time with Mom or I would hire someone to come in so I could leave.
We all do understand where you are coming from, many of us have been in the same exact spot.
God Bless You! Get some R & R!
The symptoms you've described all pretty much clone my own. And I am sick and tired of feeling sick and tired.
I'm so glad that you're over all that, CC. I'm really happy that all that mess is just gone from you, and that you can enjoy good health now, and thank God your heart is now ok and normal. *hugs* Yes, I've had the tests on my heart done, now it's just a matter of finding out the results. I hope it's nothing major either...
And you are absolutely correct....you will, for good or ill, find out what you're really made of when you do this, as you said, seemingly endless job... And CC...thanks for the kind words. I've always considered myself awful, evil, listening to mom....glad I finally proved her wrong. On some level I knew she was wrong, but....demons raged in me for my whole life. I wasn't sure I'd ever banish them. They're gone now. Thank God.
Raven, what I gained doing this job I couldn't have gotten without doing it, although I wasn't looking for anything... I found MYSELF, who I am, what I am, and to me personally, growing up in a house, locked in a cage with the monster that is the narcissistic personality disorder, you can't understand how much finding ME meant. So yes, there can be a whole lot of gain in care giving. I'd go to hell and back countless times for that, because I'm a better person for it, who I was always meant to be, but couldn't be.... and that's worth everything to me...and it almost cost that much to learn it..
Anyone watch/read Game Of Thrones? If you do, you'll get this...
I woke up, sitting straight up in bed in a total black mood and panic this morning...In my dream, I got a phone call from the facility where mom is at. The lady told me that my mom would be discharged the next day... In the dream:
Me: What do you mean, you're discharging her tomorrow?? You mean she's coming HERE, back home???
Lady: Well, she's scheduled to be taken to Qarth. Do you know where that is?
Me: Qarth?? You're sending her to Qarth??? O__O
And I woke up....in a black, dark pissy mood, and totally freaking out... *snickers*
Have a good one, everybody... Stay strong...
**sends everyone good vibes and karma**
Taking care of an elderly parent, means trying to provide what they need not necessarily doing it all yourself.
Years ago, sick and old people just died. Sometimes I wonder why people who claim to belive death is just a door to a better life are so hung up on extending this one. Sometimes we extend dying not living.
Did you ever think about talking to Mom's Doctor(s) in private & tell them the whole story, sometimes they can help point you in the right direction and get her in an Assisted Living OR Nursing Home.
You have to remember that you are #1 & have to take care of yourself first ! I just joined this site today, so I do not know the whole story. I wish you the very best, but can truly understand where you are coming from !!
My aunt became ill with cancer. My mother criticizes my cousin-in-law for not taking the aunt in. The truth is that my parents had two spare bedrooms in their house and could have taken her in. My mother wouldn't help care for her sister, but criticizes my cousin-in-law for not doing it.
So even though she didn't owe anything to my father's or her parents, my mother feels I owe her. Strangely, she doesn't feel like my brothers owe her. Only me. I guess I'm special. I've always wished I had some sisters, instead of brothers. I bet it would be more fun.
OMG! Tonight she was a little pissy about something and decided that she is not going on the vacation I've been planning for months and looking forward to. I deal with her ever changing moods, accusations and endless repeats of the same questions / comments and then she acts like I'm just picking on her when I ask her not to feed the dogs that smelly, greasy cat food - and leave the open can in the middle of the breakfast table. (I asked nicely.) i have to thank her for every f'ing breath she takes but she feels like I'm just such a bother.
I don't want her to die, but tonight I sure wish I could! I'm tired of this non-life I'm living!