u/signature_creature

I've had a rough relationship with my mother since I was about 10. She exhibits Cluster B mental health issues, delusional thinking and I think she may have addiction issues that she won't admit to.

In March I sold my house and moved in with my partner. I'd lived in my house for about 4 years and in that time I had only 6 months without her. She moved in with me after my first 6 months and stayed for about 6 months before she finally moved out. Not without a fight either and trying to find a man who would let her move in and also convincing herself that her boss (who is gross and will flirt with anything that has legs and a pulse) was in love with her and they would be a "power couple".

She also left behind a ton of her things and I repeatedly asked her to get her them from my home.

For almost 4 years she had her stuff taking up a huge portion of my basement. I couldn't move around very well at one point and told her if she didn't come sort it I was throwing things away.

She always says she will and never does.

She knew in January that I'd be moving in March and I told her she had all of February to make trips to get her stuff.

She waited until the day I was officially moving to get her stuff.

It was a nightmare day where she screamed at me and my partner and our friend who was there helping, threw things and left more than half of her stuff in my garbage cans.

Yes, I pulled it all out and dumped it off in her driveway and hadn't spoken to her until yesterday.

(Keep in mind this is one incident of many over 30 years.)

My sister called yesterday morning and told me our mother was being taken to the hospital by ambulance because she was in so much pain. My sister is only a teenager still and she doesn't drive yet so she can't go get our mother from the hospital.

I live over an hour away now.

When my mother claimed to have exhausted all of her other "friends" as options and they all said no, she called me and I left work to go help her. I don't mind helping her. But as soon as I pulled up to get her, barefoot in the rain and in her pajamas sitting outside a pizza place that's across from the hospital, she looked like she had been sitting there seething and waiting for a confrontation.

I didn't start by saying anything other than asking if she was okay, did she need help into the car and did she need to stop anywhere for any medication?

She lasted about 5 min into the drive before pouncing and then didn't stop talking for 15 minutes straight.

She lied to my face, straight up made up scenarios to make people we don't even talk to anymore look bad, and rewrote our entire history so she would look good.

I won't hide that she makes me so angry that I do explode on her. I know that I start out calm and do my best to remind myself she is just pushing buttons and behaving in a way to get what she wants. Eventually she'll say something so outlandish and mean that I've had a hard time stopping myself in the past from wanting to set her straight.

This time I couldn't take it and after telling her to stop and I'd had enough and threatening to kick her out of the car, I screamed. Loud. And a lot. I just leaned over the steering wheel and screamed.

I've never known my mother to be stunned into silence but she never opened her mouth again until I pulled into her driveway.

This scream bubbled out of my like a laugh would. I had no idea it was happening until it was over.

I feel weird and gross about it but my therapist said I shouldn't and I should feel good I showed her how she makes me feel.

I'll probably never talk to him mother again and I'm not sure how I feel about it.