My mom came to live with me around February of last year when she needed a place to live. She had been a live-in caregiver for a woman who had to go to a nursing home. Growing up it was an abusive home and we have never been close. She doesn't have a single day where she is a positive person and tends to complain a lot about various things which are largely her own doing.
I had been growing very irritated and tired of listening to the negativity. It had gotten to the point where I was contemplating figuring out a new living arrangement. Well right now she is in the hospital. My girlfriend brought me home yesterday from the hospital and while she was napping I decided I wanted a PB/J sandwich. Not a big deal, huh? Well I was "off", it was 3:30 in the afternoon and I had not had anything to eat. Between the muscle spasms, the stiffness and difficulty in moving I was in tears by the time I had managed to make a sandwich. It did not take long to realize that I was very dependant on my mom. We are going to have to put this behind us and figure out how to move on from here. I love her dearly and I hope that if you are fortunate enough to have someone in your life that helps you do even the simple stuff like make a sandwich that you will appreciate them and say thanks! I've been taking for granted someone who has been there for me and I can't wait to have her home so I can tell her I'm sorry!

I would like to tell you about an incident that happened. My oldest son has Asberger's syndrome. He was constantly telling me to stop running his life. When he had a hissy fit again, I finely let him have it. "Yes you are right, This was my dream. I couldn't wait until I hit 55 and could have my adult son living in my house with me to order around to nag at; rather than like other adults my age, be free to take a trip, or focus on a hobby or just sleep. He just shut up and walked into his room and has never brought it up since. It's been 5 years and neither of us has left.

Dianna