My mom was a real mean nasty woman. When she died, my toast to her by the bonfire with my siblings and spouses: yes we'll miss her, and we think that some where in there was a good heart. But we do know she's in heaven, cuz the devil doesn't like competition.
I hear you. She might have a friend there though.
This sounds awful but my mother was like Tony Soprano's mother.
My mom died in September of this year. She was in a nursing home for her last 4 years of her life (at 83 yrs old). She was totally absolutely f-ing GD pissed from being pulled from the house. It was necessary though.
She was an invalid or quadriplegic, addicted to pain killers, and verbally abusive to anybody who stood up to her bull$hit. Totally mentally sound when not intoxicated.
My father tried to care for her until I put my foot down, about the verbal abuse and the sleep deprivation she imposed upon him. (Falling off the $hitter frequently had a lot to with this.) Despite this, I put her in the nicest Catholic nursing home possible. (At $8k/month) He still drove 20 miles every day to the nursing home for two years until his death. Which was the day before Xmas 2014.
My mother was sad for one day about his passing, then said it was my fault he died, since she wasn't able be at home to take care of him. (Insert evil laugh). Said adopting me as a baby was the worst mistake of her life. Spewed all kinds of mean. To include spitting on me. Mind you no Alzheimer's, no dementia. Pure hate and deceit. Near the end she was heavily medicated to sedate her.
FWIW - Very few of her friends visited her more than once. She told most them I was satan incarnate for putting her in this place and asked them to take her home. Then got pissed at them when they would not help.
At her funeral, 30 people showed up, nobody had any final words about her passing. No tears shed either. Death is a bitch, when you live life as a bitch.
On a happy note, I am celebrating 86 years of my fathers life even if he passed around x-mas. He liked dunkels!!!
