Yesterday, I received a call from my mom’s sister in Georgia- where my mother is from. I’ve never spoken to her on the phone before yesterday.
She called to inform me that my mother’s husband let her know that she was in the hospital due to an overdose on Xanax. I told her to please keep me updated through the day.
I called her once in the afternoon, and her son answered; she had left to run some errands and she would call me as soon as she could. I drove home from work, pulled onto my street, and got a phone call from my aunt. She said that my mom’s husband gave her the name of the hospital when they first spoke. Later on during the day, he was asking for her to send money to help them. That set off red flags in my aunt’s mind, so she decided to call the hospital and see for herself. Surprise. The hospital had no record of her ever checking in.
Don’t do drugs, kids.
Not only that, but according to my aunt, she has been offering her home to my mom for the past 8 months or so to come, get clean, get out of her abusive relationship, etc. My mom has been telling me that the entire family had shunned her and has refused communication from her. She’s been lying this entire time.
I’m pretty much completely done now. I’m angry. I’m just angry with her and she’s lost the little respect that I have been clinging onto.
I went to my therapy appointment today and discussed all of this. I do see now that I am making progress. Instead of turning in on myself and feeling sad that my mom is choosing drugs over me (AGAIN), I’m just angry. Not at myself. I’m angry at her. I’m angry at her for lying to me repeatedly.
And I really don’t feel like talking to her anytime soon. I don’t owe her conversation, support, or empathy. I’ve been giving that to her for the past 3 years of my adult life, and to be quite honest, she doesn’t deserve it.