My mom's father has alzheimer's. He was moved to hospice, after too many falls. I don't know why people wait to put their loved ones in a care facility... maybe they are in denial, and hope the diagnosis is wrong. He was given three months to live, and my mom is distraught. Her birthday was a couple days ago, and rather than buy her clothes, my twin sister and I decided to get her a train ticket to see her father, for her birthday.
The problem is, I don't know if she will have a home to return to. My little sister has been evicted, yet again, from another apartment. And is living with my mother and her boyfriend "temporarily." My younger sister is, to put it bluntly, a pig. Imagine all the clothes you ever owned all over your living room floor, cover them with chocolate syrup and animal waste, and it is cleaner than my sister's apartment. My mother's boyfriend has OCD. Every week he washes his entire house, even the walls. He flies off the handle when he can't clean his house once a week. He even threatened to kick my mom out when she couldn't do the Sunday cleaning two days after her surgery. This situation will probably turn volatile in my mother's absence. My sister's cleanliness isn't the only problem, it's the highs and lows of a drug abuser, and the constant drama that brings. I think my mom's boyfriend will get so sick of my younger sister, he will kick both of them to the curb.
I feel bad that my mother lives in this situation, and I feel terrible that she could never live with me. My mother is a magnet for drama, and I just can't live that way. My little sister is a heroin addict turned methadone addict. I do not want her anywhere near my house, and my mother could never tell her no. (She knows she is on thin ice with her boyfriend, but let my sister live with her, knowing they will both get kicked out). My mother is the biggest enabler I have ever known. So many times I struggle with feeling like a bad daughter that my mother would never be welcome to live with me, but her lifestyle is just one big nope that I can't get involved with. My mother gives me guilt trips all of the time, about how bad her situation is, and that she might not have a home, for very long. I guess I just need support, and to know I am not a bad daughter because I can't get involved in the mess she got herself into.