Mother problems
Mother problem
My mother text me out of the blue today, She needs a place to stay. We have not really been close for sometime. My childhood with her was a mess. At one time her gay friend tried to molest me, i ran him out of the house with a aseball bat. I was afraid i would get in trouble if i used my shotgun. She would not even wake up to talk to me about it that night. We never brought it up again. She was married 14 times, and i moved 22 times while i was in school. As a result i had very few friends. When i was 5 she let me start smoking pot with her. At 7 i can remember her giving me Quaaludes. All through high school she gave me Valium and Xanex, Let me start drinking when i was 13. At the time i was ok with it, but now i look back in disgust. I see how much that ruined my academic ability, my abilty to make friends. At 14 i got my first job. She never had time for me, i lived with Uncles and grandparents, sometimes for a year at a time. These were some of the best times, stability, honor roll. In 1984 we moved to Florida, as her father gave her a million dollar, 26 unit apartment building, which i became the caretaker of at 14. Painting , tiling, moving appliances. I managed it for year after that, as she moved from place to place, husband to husband. I received free rent but there were some long hours. I also worked my own job 40 hours a week, She received a check for rents every month and was quick to tell me if i was not doing enough. We grew more apart as time passed. Eventully she inherited a 440 acre farm in Mo, which she rented out. I had my rent for working there, but she did noting else for me. Eventully i stopped doing all drugs and drinking, But it was hard it was pretty much all i knew. I eventully got a house and moved, but still took care of Apt building, i was getting 1500 a month to do everything at that point. After a while she became more erratic, developed a meth problem and sold both the Apt building for 1 million, and the farm for just over. SHe did nothing for me when she got this money, except bought me a used 400 dollar motorcycle. So within 5 years she blew every penny she had. At one point she was living on a corner in Clearwater Fl. I felt bad and tried to help her, got her a travel trailer in Arkansas where she knew people. i probably gave her 5000 a year for 2 years but it was never enough. One day she called needing money. We had just had a hurricane here and i had been out of work for 2 weeks, just prior to that i had scrapped up money to buy myself a hot rod. Not knowing i was going to be out of work. I also had a setback where my dog had a thousand dollar vet bill. Anyways she calls and says she needs money, i tell her i don't have it. She proceeds to tell me what a living POS i am, how she wished she never had me, well that about did it for me. I helped her a few times after that when she said she was starving. Now she calls and thinks it's my duty to provide her a place to live, or allow her to move in with me,which would ruin my life. I only have a SMALL 2 bedroom 1 bath house. I feel like she should have planned for this. AITAH for not wanting to provide for her? Any comments/suggestions would be welcomed. Thank you