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But I find myself wishing my mom would just go. I know that sounds terrible, but it's true. She doesn't have incurable cancer or some debilitating, painful disease, but it's like she has terminal misery and nothing makes her happy.
She's physically outlived my dad for over 8 years now, but to say she's actually lived a single one of the days since he died is a stretch. Part of me sees the romantic side of that (like "aw, she loved him so much that her life virtually ended when he died"), but part of me is really angry to see any human being waste so much of their own life NOT LIVING. Not to mention the toll she is taking on her kids with her childish refusal to do ANYTHING for herself (even though she's perfectly capable), her whining, her negativity, her desperate bids for attention.
Maybe all of this would be easier to take if she had actually been a good mom. If she hadn't been irrational and abusive. If she hadn't sold our house and left town with my dad the minute I graduated from high school as if to say "Whew! Glad we got rid of that brat!" If she had ever offered any sort of advice or support to me as I was growing up.
Now she wants FROM me what she never gave TO me. I try to be the bigger person. I try to understand that she's damaged, mentally ill, and feels alone and unloved. But then every time I call or visit, all I hear is an endless stream of complaints, negativity, and whining. Her biggest complaint? "How come my kids never call or visit?" Which, first of all, is great to hear when you *are* calling her or visiting her. And second of all, it shouldn't be a surprise that nobody wants to be around Debbie Downer.
We're currently trying to get her into a two-week inpatient mental health/geriatric program, but she has to be willing to go. My guess is that she'll find some reason to refuse, preferring to wallow in her misery.
Sorry, I just had to vent. Thanks for listening.
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