My mom passed away in 2002 while I was 8months pregnant with my only daughter/child.. I was constantly told by her side of the family that I should 'know by now that my mom cannot go anywhere w/out being drunk or high enough to ignore life around her.'

I was embarrassed enough every day to go out in public with her and I hated being told that it has always been my fault that Vicki was uncontrollable. She's a grown woman! I'm a stupid teen who cant see past her own shadow, let alone watch my mother for hours on end. I just didn't care back then.

She, Vicki, was super insane, and super sweet, all the time!! She never went anywhere with us, nor gave us any attention unless it was negative notice and we could still fix it before dad came home...

One time, when I lived in a studio apt in downtown Milwaukee, my mom quit taking all of her medicine at once, for some reason or another, and that choice led her to see hallucinations of my dad, her soon to be ex-husband..

Her youngest sister, my aunt Laurie, drove her down to me because I had no car. So, here comes my mother and her bitch little sister...first beeping my apt door open and then they climbed the 2 staircases up to my room. Mind you, it was a square corner apt, with 2 windows on each side and good afternoon sun shining in. 2 min after my mom is dropped off, my aunt Laurie left without a word (that effing cee you next Tuesday)

It was my fault for my mom to lose her marbles and end up talking to an empty closet for hours because I had told her to stop eating so much medicine. I took the blame lovingly as well. It was my mom and I truly wanted her to live a lot longer than 47 years young!

Best of luck to you! Maybe you have to move on for a few months before you can process all the bullsh*t other family members say to you about taking care of your mom... please message me if you wanna chat!