Dear Prudence,
I basically raised my brothers and myself. Our mother was 15 when she had me and twenty when she had my brothers. She basically dumped us on our great grandma and skipped off into the sunset. The only times we saw her was when she was in between boyfriends and wanted to play mommy. By the time I was 12, I was thoroughly disillusioned with her lies and broken promises. My brothers weren’t. It was like watching them repeatedly get punched in the gut every time our mom would stop by with a bunch of gifts and lie about how we were getting to go live in a big house with a pool and be a real family. We lived off food stamps and free school lunches. I started collecting cans and hustling for part time jobs when I was 13 so I could save up and get my brothers a real birthday gift.
I dropped out of college when our great grandma died so my brothers could finish high school here. I work two jobs and pay all the bills. My brothers graduate next year. Our mother popped back into our lives and announced she was pregnant and living in a homeless shelter. My brothers immediately wanted to invite our mother to come live with us. I said “over my dead body,” and we have been fighting about it ever since. My brothers say I am a monster for feeling this way and our grandma would be ashamed of me. We keep going around and around in circles. I am sick of it and having all my efforts thrown back in my face for a woman who couldn’t even remember to call us on Christmas. My brothers turn 18 this summer. A friend has offered to help me get a job in another state and some part of me just wants to pack my bags and go. What should I do?
—Leave or Stay