<p>Warning…rant follows…</p>
<p>Since my father passed away in February at the age of 93, I’ve had to face the reality of the relationship with my mother – age 89.</p>
<p>Suffice it to say she and I have always had a strained relationship. She will say things, do things and behave in ways with me that she wouldn’t dare repeat with my only sibling – a younger sister, or anyone else for that matter. At the core, mom needs to be sure she is seen as the the one who has had to hardest time in life and who is still dealt a bad hand of cards on a daily basis. She needs to claim the ‘I’m the most miserable’ token in any conversation.</p>
<p>Yesterday, after getting up at 4:00 a.m. to drop son at airport I had arranged to meet with a potential housekeeper at mom’s house. Mom has not been happy with her weekly assistance since her person of 3 years went out on disability. I get the never ending, repeating litany of how lazy, arrogant and unhelpful the new people are. The potential housekeeper has worked for one of my best friends for many years – including helping my friend with her mother when she was in a similar situation as I am now. </p>
<p>So, there I sit at mom’s house – bleary eyed at the crack of dawn waiting for her to awake. I make conversation by telling her it’s been a busy week since we came back from our family vacation. It was a hectic time trying to get S and D reset with laundry, shopping etc as they were both heading out within a few days of our return to their next summer activities. Her response in summary – you don’t work, you have all the time in the world, do you know how bad my life was when I was your age, all you and H want to do now is travel…etc. (FWIW…H and I run our own business and spend hours each day ‘working’, this doesn’t include the hours and hours H has spend on my parents business and life management issues). 5 minutes in the same room and it was already a fight. Yes, mom …I give you my heartfelt permission to have the ‘I had it worse’ token for each and every situation.</p>
<p>Housekeeper arrives and she seems amazingly perfect. I hire her for 1 day a week for the next month just to get mom’s house back up to a normal standard. It’s not an hour later mom starts lamenting that it’s a lot of money and I’m overpaying the housekeeper. Let’s not get logic involved…she’s paying the agency people she hates more per hour than this new person who will be doing a better job. Ugh. </p>
<p>I find out from D that mom went on a rant about how all of her Dad’s family are ne’er do wells. (And for the record - out of 7 kids only one is struggling and always has been to some degree). Mom went on about how her will is written such that no one in the ne’er do well family would ever be able to get a dime. She ‘s convinced H would just hand out the fruits of her hard labor to his family. </p>
<p>Now, H has been handling mom and dad’s business for the past 7 years or so. He has been kind, caring, solicitous and beyond helpful. I could fill page upon page of all he has done for them He is their main support system! He’s handled the whole legal end of things – including all the crappage that needs to be dealt with when the first member of a trust dies. D finally told grandma – enough you don’t get to speak of my family this way. Again, Ugh. (frankly I’m tempted to look mom in the eye the next time she brings up the subject and say…hmm…okay…I understand your concerns…I can make them all go away…I’ll file for divorce!).</p>
<p>Oh, and my sister…well…she stays pretty much detached. I asked her to do manage three simple tasks to help with the banking logistics after dad passed. She only lives 5 minutes from our family home ( I live about 90 minutes away). To date, nothing’s been done. More Ughs!</p>
<p>At this point mom wants to stay in the home. She is getting meaner and meaner and I don’t really know how much is related to dementia and how much is simply her becoming more and more unfiltered and letting her true feelings and nature shine through. </p>
<p>The biggest question H and I have is …how do we avoid becoming THIS to our children when our time comes???</p>
<p>Anyway…I have to go…H and I have a conference call with the lawyer to discuss yet more issues related to my parents lives…</p>