My mom moved in with my husband and I two yrs ago. The stress of her constant neediness and drama ruined my emotional and physical health. She will do just about anything for attention, even fake suicide threats, like she did a week before Christmas. During her 2 year stay, she constantly created health emergencies (both mental and physical) so everyone would drop what they're doing and "help" her. In fact, her fake suicide drama was the straw that broke the camel's back, and I went on a mission to get her out of my home. 

When she called people threatening to k#ll herself in December, I dropped her off to the ER and left. Hours later after my husband and I had gone to bed, a doctor called my phone around 11:30 pm and told me he diagnosed my mom with "being over dramatic" and is therefore discharging her. So, even he saw right through her fake BS. 10 mins later Mom calls my phone all chipper and happy like she did nothing crazy and said she was ready for me to pick her up. I told her NO, and that I had gone to bed already. She agreed to call herself an Uber. 

I called my older brother and told him he needs to get mom the h#ll out of my house because she was driving me crazy and she isn't sorry about any of it. Every time I mention anything, she has an hour long meltdown and plays the victim. My brother agreed to help me, but he is also a procrastinator. 

Fast forward to January. By the grace of God, the shower pan in her bathroom broke and water poured out through half the attached MIL suite. We had to tear the whole shower out to fix it and she would be without a working shower for 10 days. So she HAD to move, whether she was ready or not. I called my brother up and told him what happened, and that I had already found her an apartment to move into. 

Meanwhile, my husband and I had already bought plane tickets to leave town on vacation, so we were unwilling to cancel our trip to help her move. And guess what? The day we are packing our bags to leave, was when she finally decided to move out. My brother came down (from an hour away) all annoyed by the situation. He arrived and asked me what the plan is for mom. I said I don't have a plan. Just get her out of here, and that we are headed out of town for 10 days. She better not be here when we get back. He got the point and helped her get moved out. 

I am so proud of myself for standing up to her and telling her no more. No more of my time. No more of my energy. No more of my money. No more of my property. No more of my space (literally in my house). And no more of ruining my sleep, my peace, and my health. She is gone and sanity is returning to the house.