Deborah Woehr

My husband and I worked 12 hours straight on Saturday moving his mother out of her house, and we’re still not finished. This woman is the queen mother of shop-a-holics, but let’s not go there. The real frustration lies in her unwillingness to help herself or us, where the move is concerned.

I’m trying to understand that she lived in that house for 30+ years and that it’s very hard to uproot yourself and move elsewhere. I understand that it’s very hard to overcome an addiction, having an addictive personality myself. I can’t understand what it’s like losing a spouse and then having to sift through all the memories because my husband is still alive.

What pissed me off was her badmouthing (all day) about my sister-in-law and the friends who came over to help her move her monstrosity. She had nothing nice to say, which has always been the case whenever any of us ever tried to do anything for her. That’s why I don’t bother anymore. The only reason I was there on Saturday was to help my husband.

I guess I’m still hanging onto the expectation that she will grow up and take charge of her life instead of leaving it up to someone else to do it for her. But that’s unrealistic, since she’s always had somebody to take care of her. So, maybe I need to grow up, suck it up, and pray that she doesn’t sap the life out of my husband the way she did my father-in-law.

Thanks for listening.