I’m sure most Dopers know me for trying to be funny and not being really serious. But this is a different thread, if you are looking for something uplifting, change threads now. Like I said, its long, emotional and is something that belongs in a Ann Landers letter. (although I think she sucks at this sort of thing, IMHO)
I’m not sure if many of you remember my mother’s problem. The last I’ve talked about it was probably 8 months ago, in some poems I wrote, so I’ll just start from the top and work to tonight.
My mom has been married twice. First to my dad, whom she divorced 11 years ago. She does not hate or dispise my father, they don’t talk much, but they get along. Then came Bob. She married Bob (or as I like to call him- ‘The Devil’} shortly thereafter. For a short time it was ok. He has three boys the same age as me and my sisters. Since I had no brothers before, we got along ok -I now had kids to play with beyond my school and neighborhood friends. But Bob’s true side came out after a couple years. Bob was an asshole. Pure fucking asshole. He would put down my sisters(one older, one younger), blame all his kids problems on me and my sibs and just be mean. He never hit us, never physically harmed us. Verbal abuse was daily, ranging from the usual fat jokes for my younger sister (who is NOT fat) to bullying around and to the basic uselessness of us kids around the house. Bob began cheating on my mom sometime during their marriage. Hang-up calls to the house became frequent, he even had a “second job” that he “worked” late at night. He didn’t get caught until tax season came around and my mom found out he had no second job with no extra income. How many gf’s he had is beyond me. Bob’s kids also have a trait that runs in bob genes. Chris, the oldest one is an asshole. Matt the middle kid is ok, just dumber then a sack of rocks and the youngest one, Pat, is gay with a touch of Jungle Fever. Bob has also put my mom into debt, very deep debt. She left bob before christmas this past year. I wasn’t there when she did it, I had gone off to school in Cincinnati and lived with my older sister, leaving my younger sister, Sara, behind in Toledo. I did help her move, but that was only for a weekend. My mom has a new place, in a condo a couple miles away. She has a new job (she used to work at the same place as Bob) and seemed to be getting along fine. I was happy, my sisters were happy. My mom was happy.
Everything started to look up. My mom then met John, a friend of a friend, in March and they started talking. I thought it was a bit early to start goin out again, but she did anyways. John has been giving her the run around lately. For awhile they seemed happy together, but a couple weeks or so ago he dropped a bomb. “I don’t love you and I have no feelings whatsoever for you”. Talk about fucking up my mom’s already fragile emotions. Apparently he went back to his old girlfriend. That lasted a week. He dropped her and came back to my mom just as she was getting over him. She took him back, I even went over to his place for some steak, even though I didn’t really want to. Everything seemed ok once again.
Shit was I wrong.
My mom hasn’t been going out much. She occaisonally will go out with John to dinner or for a drink. She tries to go out with her friends from work, but being a couple years older then them she feels akward going back to the bar scene and trying to find a guy. So she pretty much sits around every weekend waiting for someone to call to do something… anything. She has started to get very depressed that she has no one to talk to and considers herself “used goods” and that she will never find anyone to love her again.
Fast forward a bit to tonight. Usually I’m at work, 3pm to 3am, almost everyday- but I’m off work because my summer job at GM is on plant shut down for two weeks.(yes, I know its alot of hours, but its all about $$ for school) I call my buddies to see if anyone is around but find myself at home alone with my mom. We go and play some tennis to get out of the house for an hour or so and have some fun doing so. (I suck at tennis, BTW) We come back and basically do nothing. I offer to pick up some food but she said it was gettting late, so I eat some saved pizza from lunch. We begin to talk on the couch while watching some tv.
This is when things start to get weird and really depressing.
I ask her how things are going. She says she’s ok, leaves the room and comes back with tears in her eyes. Then she starts crying.
She starts talking how no one loves her and no one is around to keep her from being alone. How she doesn’t want to move from Toledo since my Grandma is gettin old and doesn’t look like she’s gonna be around much longer, and that she’s going to get stuck with taking care of her since her sibs aren’t that willing. I grab her and hug her and tell her how much us kids love her and tell her how we will always be here for her. But me and my older sis are living in Cincinnati and soon my younger sister will probably move from Toledo to go off to school in Michigan. So soon no one won’t be around to giver her these hugs.
I’m gonna go off the subject a bit and ask a question for you guys.
Has your mom ever contemplated suicide right in front of your face?
She talked how much better off I would be if she wasn’t around… her insurance money could pay off my school and wouldn’t have to deal with going back and forth between my dad’s and her place. How we wouldn’t have to deal her problems, we wouldn’t be stuck worrying about her life. Bob would forever be out of the picture (he owes her close to $40k and refuses to sell the old house, his harley, jeep or ram truck… none of which he can afford)… life would be less hectic, I wouldn’t have to worry about her.
As you can guess, this is not something I was really happy to hear. Makes me extremely, extremely worried. I told her that I don’t know what I would do living without her. She means too damn much to me to see her in this state. She is definitely depressed. Everytime she puts herself down(which is a lot) I try and say something to lift her up. Before tonight it wasn’t so bad, she never told me about her thoughts on not living anymore. Now I don’t know what to do. I’m lost. I can’t seem to get to her. I don’t know what to fucking DO!