- Oct 3, 2018
- 22
- 10
- 67
- Country
- United States
- Gender
- Female
- Faith
- Wesleyan
- Marital Status
- Divorced
I'm 60 and my widowed mother is 86. She insists on living in her home a state away from all of her children. She doesn't eat well, complains about her sister taking advantage of her, and drives even though she can barely walk. She has all of her faculties, so she knows what's going on at all times.
My problem is that she complains about everything, yet refuses to do anything to correct her problems. Her shoulder hurts, but she doesn't want to go to physical therapy because she'll just wait and see if it gets better. She is a fall risk, yet she wants to wait and see if she can go to Walmart by herself.
I believe she is having a hard time with accepting that she can't do the things she did years ago. She's angry about it. She curses God and doesn't understand why she can't have what she wants at all times. She continuously does the same things over and over expecting different results. She tells me she's old and tired, but when I offer to help get her groceries delivered, or meals on wheels, she refuses. "That's for old people," she says.
So she's not accepting reality, is angry with everyone including God because she's getting older, and she refuses help because she's just that stubborn and proud. She literally told me she didn't want to use a walker because she didn't want people to think she's old.
She told me she is afraid to die because she thinks she's going to Hell. I assured her that wasn't true, but it's like she has her foot on the brakes for everything in her life, including death. I think she thinks she can control it.
Today I lost my temper with her. I told her I'm frustrated that she complains all the time, but doesn't do anything about her complaints. I reminded her that I've tried to help her in many ways. She wants me to move to her city and take care of her. I may end up moving to her city, but I will need to find a job there and sell my house here first. And my children live in this state, which means I won't see my children and grandchildren as often. I have a child in prison and I'm his only visitor so he would see less of me.
So I resent that she wants me to move to her city and leave my family. I guess I can't understand why she wants to stay in her hole and make the world come to her. When I grow feeble, I'm going to move to a retirement apartment close to my daughter. I can't expect my kids to leave their lives to accomodate me.
So I feel guilty that I'm resentful. I'm frustrated that she doesn't do anything but complain rather than fix a problem. And I pray for patience every night because it's like talking to a brick wall. My friends are all having the same problem. We're running back and forth between states trying to help parents who don't want our help, but need it. All of our parents want us to move to them and leave our grandkids and lives behind.
I can't do miracles. I can't make her younger. All I can do is listen, but my patience ran out today.
Anybody else have a similar situation? What do you do to find your patience? I know God will put me where he thinks I need to go (I'm looking for a job now). If God wants me to go back to my mother's town, I'll get a job there.
But I have to find joy in my heart to do whatever God tells me to do and to live wherever I'm to live. Even if it's listening to my mother complain about things that can be easily fixed.
Arrghh! Help me Obi Wan. You're my only hope!
Thanks!
Allison
My problem is that she complains about everything, yet refuses to do anything to correct her problems. Her shoulder hurts, but she doesn't want to go to physical therapy because she'll just wait and see if it gets better. She is a fall risk, yet she wants to wait and see if she can go to Walmart by herself.
I believe she is having a hard time with accepting that she can't do the things she did years ago. She's angry about it. She curses God and doesn't understand why she can't have what she wants at all times. She continuously does the same things over and over expecting different results. She tells me she's old and tired, but when I offer to help get her groceries delivered, or meals on wheels, she refuses. "That's for old people," she says.
So she's not accepting reality, is angry with everyone including God because she's getting older, and she refuses help because she's just that stubborn and proud. She literally told me she didn't want to use a walker because she didn't want people to think she's old.
She told me she is afraid to die because she thinks she's going to Hell. I assured her that wasn't true, but it's like she has her foot on the brakes for everything in her life, including death. I think she thinks she can control it.
Today I lost my temper with her. I told her I'm frustrated that she complains all the time, but doesn't do anything about her complaints. I reminded her that I've tried to help her in many ways. She wants me to move to her city and take care of her. I may end up moving to her city, but I will need to find a job there and sell my house here first. And my children live in this state, which means I won't see my children and grandchildren as often. I have a child in prison and I'm his only visitor so he would see less of me.
So I resent that she wants me to move to her city and leave my family. I guess I can't understand why she wants to stay in her hole and make the world come to her. When I grow feeble, I'm going to move to a retirement apartment close to my daughter. I can't expect my kids to leave their lives to accomodate me.
So I feel guilty that I'm resentful. I'm frustrated that she doesn't do anything but complain rather than fix a problem. And I pray for patience every night because it's like talking to a brick wall. My friends are all having the same problem. We're running back and forth between states trying to help parents who don't want our help, but need it. All of our parents want us to move to them and leave our grandkids and lives behind.
I can't do miracles. I can't make her younger. All I can do is listen, but my patience ran out today.
Anybody else have a similar situation? What do you do to find your patience? I know God will put me where he thinks I need to go (I'm looking for a job now). If God wants me to go back to my mother's town, I'll get a job there.
But I have to find joy in my heart to do whatever God tells me to do and to live wherever I'm to live. Even if it's listening to my mother complain about things that can be easily fixed.
Arrghh! Help me Obi Wan. You're my only hope!
Thanks!
Allison