For many years I would approach her about her plan for her late in life 'exit strategy' so to say. She would just refuse to talk about it saying 'don't worry about me, I'll never be a burden on my children'. And that is exactly what her plan secretly was.

See, what she was implying about not being a burden was that she wouldn't live, she would die. What other logical way was she not going to be a burden when she knew she would run out of money? I thought it was a real plan for just dying, because my family just does that, they have just died because they wanted to. So that is what she meant I presume. She knew she intentionally let me think that was her plan and refused to have a reasonable conversation with me.

The logical plan, and what is actually going to happen, isn't the worst thing in the world. Even though she let me think death was a better plan for her. What will happen because she had no plan is she and my dad live in a paid for apartment. They do not have enough income with social security to pay all their expenses, so debt will rack up. They can't be thrown out of their home. When they get good and sick enough, they will be taken into the hospital, nursing home, rehab center, etc... they will get Medicaid (I have tried and can't even get them to apply) and when they die all those creditors will take the apartment and any assets they have left.

My mother will not even entertain the thought of this. She only wants to be treated like a very rich woman. She thinks she is way too special and important to be treated like 'common folk'. So her plan all along was to manipulate her children and her sister into her bail out.

Well it doesn't work like that. Nobody has the money to treat her like a queen. None of us want to take her in because she is a nightmare toxic witch.

She wants to work me over with guilt and abuse to be her victim to suck the life out of because I am her best bet, and I won't do it. I am too sick myself to tolerate her at all.

So more sadness and depression for me, just in time for the holidays once again! When I started writing on here I started a post about how she tormented me for Thanksgiving.

One year later....