Since my last trip to the hospital my mother has sprouted horns again. She was very helpful the day the doctor sent me by ambulance to the hospital--offering to bring stuff to the hospital. We even, in a last ditch sort of move, let her/my grandmother stay with the kids at the house for a couple of hours while we sorted out other arrangements.
The days that followed, though, not so nice. She called the hospital screaming at me. Her favorite thing to do at the moment is to tell me that it's my fault I'm sick. Then, she's angry because she says my being sick has placed a strain on her.
Now, mind you, she helped one day. The rest, we picked up and sorted out for ourselves. But somehow, even though she's been out at her house doing nothing ever since, I've strained her "to the breaking point".
The first time she called screaming, I ultimately hung up. I kind of had to, the monitors were going off. The second time, I also ended up hanging up, but not before I said "look, I'm in the hospital, hooked to gadgets and on a heart monitor--among other things--I really can't be doing this right now".
She's got a bit of a cold. So, she says to me, "I'm sick too! Doesn't that matter to you or anyone? Where's the consideration for me?"
Then she called my husband and went into a nonsensical rage on him and called my aunt (who is out of town) and screamed at her, too. Although, I'm not sure why because my aunt hasn't been around for a long time and has nothing to do with anything that's going on at all.
Fastforward to last night and she calls to scream at me again. This time, she's "had it out" with my grandmother (who has alzheimer's) and her brother that stopped by. She called me from a pay phone and told me she's sick of everyone--including me. And she hates everyone--including me. Then, she hung up on me.
Then, about a half hour later she starts calling my home and cell and home and cell until I pick up...crying about how cruel the world is to her and how I'm the only person she can talk to and count on as a witness to her suffering.
By this point, I'd had enough. I simply said, "Why are you calling me after you told me you are sick of me and hate me? I've told you: I can't be involved in your pointless drama and tantrums right now. I'm sick and the stress makes everything worse."
Then she just started screaming and crying and raging to the point I couldn't understand what she was saying other than the occasional "no one cares how sick I am...or about MY feelings"...
And she hung up on me.
It isn't true that I don't care. I'm just tired of the abuse.
I thought she was all right, because I thought she was on medication again. I guess she's not.
The days that followed, though, not so nice. She called the hospital screaming at me. Her favorite thing to do at the moment is to tell me that it's my fault I'm sick. Then, she's angry because she says my being sick has placed a strain on her.
Now, mind you, she helped one day. The rest, we picked up and sorted out for ourselves. But somehow, even though she's been out at her house doing nothing ever since, I've strained her "to the breaking point".
The first time she called screaming, I ultimately hung up. I kind of had to, the monitors were going off. The second time, I also ended up hanging up, but not before I said "look, I'm in the hospital, hooked to gadgets and on a heart monitor--among other things--I really can't be doing this right now".
She's got a bit of a cold. So, she says to me, "I'm sick too! Doesn't that matter to you or anyone? Where's the consideration for me?"
Then she called my husband and went into a nonsensical rage on him and called my aunt (who is out of town) and screamed at her, too. Although, I'm not sure why because my aunt hasn't been around for a long time and has nothing to do with anything that's going on at all.
Fastforward to last night and she calls to scream at me again. This time, she's "had it out" with my grandmother (who has alzheimer's) and her brother that stopped by. She called me from a pay phone and told me she's sick of everyone--including me. And she hates everyone--including me. Then, she hung up on me.
Then, about a half hour later she starts calling my home and cell and home and cell until I pick up...crying about how cruel the world is to her and how I'm the only person she can talk to and count on as a witness to her suffering.
By this point, I'd had enough. I simply said, "Why are you calling me after you told me you are sick of me and hate me? I've told you: I can't be involved in your pointless drama and tantrums right now. I'm sick and the stress makes everything worse."
Then she just started screaming and crying and raging to the point I couldn't understand what she was saying other than the occasional "no one cares how sick I am...or about MY feelings"...
And she hung up on me.
It isn't true that I don't care. I'm just tired of the abuse.
I thought she was all right, because I thought she was on medication again. I guess she's not.
