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!!!![]()
Damn. Mine wasn't mean like that, that's just downright hateful. Mom was upset we put her in a nursing home, but yes, necessary. Wouldn't do therapy to get stronger so she COULD go back home. Was a royal bitch to the staff, but God bless 'em, they gave it right back! In the end, the last couple weeks held a lot of remorse on her end. 'Why was I so mean?' 'Why did people still come around, I was so horrible to them?' That sort of thing. Asked my wife to pray with/for her every time she saw her. Irony was; mom hated the church, but did have some sort of faith base. Wife is very strong in her faith, but mom used to poke fun at her for it.
Dad passed exactly 13 months prior, Oct 2015. All mom could say was 'The SOB cheated me out of my 50th anniversary party'. (She died 5 days after their 50th)
I miss dad a bunch and will mourn that loss for years, he was my rock, my best friend, the one that knew me inside and out. Mom? Well. Ok, she's gone, let's get this sh!t cleaned up and sold, I got sh!t to do. Lol