Haven’t been around, too much to do with the house buying process. Right now I just need to prove the source of the large deposit in my bank account, which is from my investment account. Working on that with my financial advisor. We’re closer to closing.

Right now though? ****ing FURIOUS. I mean 100% outraged to the point that I had to take Xanax just to have a HOPE of sleeping.

I have now become, at the behest of my beloved grandmother, essentially my mother’s caretaker. I am now appointed unofficial property manager of her house. There is a water leak that she kept to herself, only revealed it because an appraiser has to appraise the house to satisfy my grandfather’s estate. See it was he and my father who co-signed to mortgage and thus owned the home and she never moved the mortgage to her name so technically she doesn’t own the home she lives in. And it’s falling apart and always has been.

Well she obviously has proven pretty much every day that she can’t handle being an adult and is stuck in a child’s mentality. I’ve been taking care of her my entire life or at the very least fending for myself. And my grandma actually said it’s my turn to take care of of her? Seriously though? She did not say it manipulatively, just matter of fact.

I finally got to the point a few months ago that I broke free from the mentality that she is my responsibility but now SHE ACTUALLY IS because my grandmother has requested it and I love my grandmother so much and I would do anything at all for her.

So now I have to find a plumber. This may lead to a whole domino effect, because they might find mold since the leak has been going on for so long. So now I would need a mold inspection to determine the type. Possible renovation of both of the bathrooms. If we can make that liveabke we’re going to stop there because honestly if we did a whole professional inspection there’s a possibility the house would be condemned due to the severity of neglect. I don’t know if there’s anything structurally wrong. I do know the garage is sinking. I do know the whole bay window wood is rotting.

I also know it will be impossible to convince her to get rid of her hoard. That she needs to GO TO ****ING THERAPY. And I shouldn’t ****ing have to.

Honestly the best thing is to sell the house to one of those companies that buys any house and use the money to get her an apartment in a 55+ community. Small apartment, no room for massive hoards. Someone else could flip it and sell it for a decent price because of its desirable location.

I don’t want to ****ing be involved in this. AND my grandma put the onus on ME to tell her I’m stepping in.

This is complete ********. I don’t deserve this. I have to hold my moms hand now until she dies because she refuses to treat her mental illness. Actually when my grandma passes and I no longer have to hold up my promise, I’m walking away again. I will help her if she asks for it but only then.

I’m only doing this because my grandma is, and has always been, my best friend and surrogate mother. She stepped in and took over when my dad died. She’s the only one who’s actually helped me without any judgment.

I’m so sick of bailing my mom out. I say burn the ****ing house to the ground and all the bad memories with it. She can live with grandma.