My mom moved in with me and my husband a year and a half ago and I’m having some difficult times right now.
A brief backstory…I’m the youngest of 10 children and I grew up in a dysfunctional family. We had the same parents and my dad and mom stayed together no matter how much we wished they wouldn’t have. My parents were sometimes physically abusive to the older children and my father was extremely verbally abusive to all of us including my mother. He has since passed. My mother has always been very opinionated and never had much of a filter. By the time I came along my parents had mellowed out a little bit and my siblings always said I had a very different childhood than they did. I don’t know if that’s the reason why they’ve left the care of my now 87 year old mother in my lap, but that’s exactly what they did.
My mother lived alone up until a year and a half ago when she had a fall and broke her hip. While she was in the hospital my family all came together to have a meeting to discuss how we would go forth with mom‘s care. At the meeting when we sit down everyone just looked at me. Six of my siblings are now retired and enjoying their life. I have two grown children and I’m married, but my husband and I have never had any time alone because I had a 3 year old daughter when we got married and when our youngest moved out, my mother moved in. I still have a full-time job.
My mother has mobility problems and she doesn’t see well, but she is still as feisty as ever! She is still very opinionated and wants to be entertained. She can be pretty demanding. She loves to go places, so it’s difficult for me to just run to the store. I have to add about an extra 30 minutes to the trip to take her with me. It’s like having a giant toddler. I’m sorry if that sounds ugly but I really feel like that’s the best way to describe it.
I’ve been pretty depressed lately and extremely bitter because my siblings don’t step up and help much. One of my sisters said she was going to keep her for the month of October to give me a break but that only lasted two weeks before she sent mom home. She just said “I don’t know how you do it”. I hate to say this but I’m going to be very honest, I feel trapped. I don’t feel like I have freedom anymore. I’m angry at my siblings and I’m bitter and I don’t want to talk to them. I have to ban myself from Facebook so I don’t see all of their posts about how much fun they’re having and trips they’re taking. I’m just so angry that every time I need help I have to ask them for a favor. Shouldn’t they just do it? Why do I feel like I always have to thank them? She’s their mom too!
The board is slow. How are you doing?List a current goal, short term or long term. How is the weather in your area?WhAt are your Memorial Day plans?
Finally had my appointment with the doctor who has decided to add prozac into my medication routine alongside my anti psychotics. Has anyone had any experience on prozac because iv not heard good things and was told it might lead to manic episodes