A few months ago, I wondered if I might be able to come back here and share a tale of salvation. Errr, no. I didn't wonder for long, because things never change.
Mum stopped drinking for two months. Still quite 'dry drunk' but had started behaving more normally, attending a local craft group for example, and walking more.
Well, didn't last long. Back to drinking, wallowing in self-pity and displaying really quite monstrous levels of self-centredness.
She is hiding drink, has clearly switched to spirits in secret while pretending to only drink wine. And her behaviour is becoming more utterly embarrassing and inappropriate. Obsessions with local people. Writing mad letters to the GP surgery.
I have just had several big life moments. Really amazing news. The sorts of things any normal person dreams of for their child, that they really delighted about.
Her? She doesn't give a shit. Hasn't mentioned them. Doesn't ask questions about them. No interest what-so-fucking-ever.
That's alongside her endless demands of my father and her expectation that his only point in life is to earn money for her to have whatever she likes. He works, cooks, cleans, does everything. She lies on the sofa all day.
I can never untangle it. How can a person be so obscenely self-centred and selfish? It revolts me. It's fucking disgusting. It's anti-social, anti-love, anti-human.
I wish I knew why. It seems to be a mixture of a bad personality, years of drinking and probably also the numbing/empathy-killing effects of medication.