I just broke up with mother...

I pleaded with her never to call me again. she has no money (because she spent it all), no place to sleep (because she is too chaotic to stay with me), but I asked her repeatedly not to ever call me again because she is turning my life upside down. I know she is sick. I know the things she says are due to her illness but she called me again today demanding to know where her money was, that she knew I had stolen it and how terrible and pathetic I was for stealing it. Naturally, I told her I didn't steal it. She says "That's not what God says. God says you stole my money." And when I tell her it's not true, naturally she believes "God" and attempts to completely reduce me. All I can think is, Ok, great. Thanks, God. But I know that her God is not God but that doesn't make it any less confusing since God apparently allows this to continue as she is clearly suffering, and I'm suffering too as a result of it. I can't take it anymore. She is mean, she is nasty, she is confrontational, she thinks she has no faults and is the center of the universe and that I am in alignment with satan. Great. Just effing great. It would be one thing if she were delusional and not accusing you of all sorts of terrible things and attempting to manipulate you and lay guilt truips on you at the same time. Anyway - she is beyond reach. I don't know why I ever thought I could help her or feel hopeful that she could be helped. I don't see any alternative other than to just let her go before she drives me crazy right along with her. This sucks. Because somehow now I have to rationalize being able to sleep soundly in my bed and buy myself dinner while my mother sleeps somewhere out on the street. Just effing great. What a life.

And honestly, I would be more optimistic if I heard one, just ONE true success story. But I don't believe there is one.

Hey,

Where is your father in all of this?; and your sibling if you have any? It's a horrible situation to be in - I must admit - but if all that you've said is true, then she needs to be in a psychiatric hospital and not your or her own house. It very much seems that she cannot take care of her own life anymore, and when this happens people either need to rely on a loved one for help (which is impossible in this case due to her behaviour), or els they need to be admitted to a hospital. have you looked at this option?

Kevin

Hi, I replied to this once, hit save and either deleted the draft or i simply cannot find it. In any case, the short version of the story is that there is no father, I've never met him, probably never will. I have a half - sibling, but he is only vaguely aware as he did not spend most of his life with her whereas i did. He has only hardly a clue what the situation is like here with his mother and is not typically very responsive to the information I try to forward him.

And yes, the truth of the matter is what i have stated here is only the tip of the iceberg. she has been in several institutions several times and nothing has worked. she was on meds here and there, but refuses to take them anymore and is absolutely convinced that she is sane and that i am the one who needs to go to the hospital since i won't accept that she is clairvoyant or an evangelist that the world revolves around that is more special to god than any other human on this planet because everyone she comes in contact with is not saved and is a hermaphrodite which according to her version of god is a spawn from the devil's mating with a cat creature in hell. anyway - this is all making me very tired. the guilt i feel from not being able to help her, the constant back and forth of emotions......

My problems seem so small... I'm so sorry you have to go through this. My dd loved one is still loving, and funny, and accessible. I know how badly my situation hurts me, and I cannot imagine how painful this situation must be for you. You already know you have to preserve yourself. I wouldn't presume to give advice, just wanted to add my empathy. It all seems to unfair, and so impossible. Take care.