Welcome to my world, dreamer.
I’m an only child, my dad’s not in the picture and my mom moved here when I had a baby 3 years ago. She gave up a halfway decent job to come be with her granddaughter. As soon as she moved, my grandmother sold her vehicle, and then my uncle basically pulled the rug out from underneath her and informed her that she was NOT moving back home because my grandmother is happy living alone (mom was living with her before then). Then she fell sick with diabetes and a TON of other stuff. That’s just the cliff notes version of the story; of course I can’t explain my family dynamics to you.
Now she’s trying to get on disability and can’t work. If she works, she loses her medical card. If she loses that, she’s dead in 2 months. She couldn’t work even if the disability people would allow her to, she’s too sick. The situation is impossible.
I’m in college and broke. I give her $50 a month to watch the baby while me and DH are in class. My 85 year old grandmother kicks in with another $100 (that she can’t really afford, either). Yep, $150 a month. Her apartment is free (HUD) and she gets food stamps (not enough), but paying all her utilities on $150 a month is still hard. She literally has NOTHING unnecessary.
Giving her money drives my DH crazy because she lived with us for a year when she first came here, and it was horrible, wiped out our savings and plus it was generally just hell on earth. And plus the only reason WE are getting by is because we go into debt up to our ears every semester with student loans just so we can live. We can’t afford to pay her, really, but I don’t think it’s right to not pay her at least a little bit. If she wasn’t around to watch the squirt, I’d have to send her to a stranger every day and it’s worth $50 a month to me to know someone I trust is with my baby.
If I cut mom off, her electricity goes off and I feel like a rotten horrible daughter. If I keep helping her, I’m the bad guy with DH (well mostly he sees her as the bad guy but it still causes problems between me and him). My uncle has money, but his bitch wife has him by the balls and so he’s supporting about half of HER crazyass family. I am screwed no matter what I do. The only transportation she has, besides me, is the bus system, that runs once an hour and stops going to her apartment complex at 7pm. It can literally take a whole day to run one errand. If I don’t haul her around all the time, I feel guilty because it’s my fault she moved here to begin with. If I do, it’s even more money out of our pockets, not to mention a huge chunk of time and energy. I. Can’t. Fucking. Win.
Do I have guilt? Little bit, yeah.