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First off, I am posting this as a rant cause I really need to verbalize this. Second I am posting this in case there are others out there going thru the same thing I am going thru so you know that you aren't alone.. Thirdly, I am not looking for sympathy cause I know there are others out there with much worse situations.
My mother lived with us for several years in the early part of this decade. I think I did an above average job taking care of her. She broke her hip and had a stroke and then it became apparent that she needed to be admitted to a nursing home cause her health concerns were so acute and she need around the clock medical care.
In the beginning, I went once a week to visit her. Then twice a month, then once a month, and now only at Christmas and on her birthday. These visits have now become intolerable for me. I can't believe I am saying this about my own mother! I get sick on the hour ride in to see her and feel like I am going to pass out when I get there. I have not once left the facility without feeling like a failure but at the same time have felt depressed because I am not visiting her enough.
She is fine for a while on the visits and then after a while she lets into me about not supporting her writing career. In these tirades she gets very belligerent. She writes this crazy stuff that doesn't get printed and then accuses me of not helping her enough. In a Stephen King The Shining moment yesterday, she told me to open a drawer in her bureau to find a story she had written. I opened the drawer and it was three rows and four inches thick of crazy rantings, which she pays someone to type for her and send off to publishers which keeps getting rejected. The stuff was absolutely craziness!
I could toss this off to dementia. But she has been like this for 40 years. I am now 50 and have been putting up with this for 40 years.
I really don't feel like I can go back in there again after this week's visit. But going too long without visiting her wears on my nerves so badly that I finally give in and visit her only to get bullied again. How crazy is that? I just don't know what to do:(
Anyway that is my rant. I believe I have been a good daughter. At least i tell myself that. I have not relied on her financially since I was in 8th grade. But the guilt continues...
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