My Mum lives next door so there is no escape. I see her almost daily for varying amounts of time.
I live abroad and she moved out here to be with us. She's only early 70's so not old.
She has no hobbies, no outside interests, only one friend, no car, never has any money and just yaps on and on about shit, the neighbours, what she watched on TV, people I don't know and have zero interest in.
Plus she repeats herself (no dementia). It's like bingo.
Going anywhere with her is embarrassing as I can see people glazing over or edging away and she just ploughs on regardless.
I suppose because she doesn't do anything or go anywhere she has nothing else to talk about.
I try really hard to make the weekends interesting but I feel like I have no down time. I feel like she thinks it's my responsibility to make her happy because she moved here.
I feel guilty if me and DH go somewhere without her, he doesn't want her to come because of the endless yammering, plus she hardly ever says thanks for a nice lunch/dinner or whatever. It makes him mad.
Extremely self absorbed, hardly ever asks about me, my life, my job and on the rare occasion she does it's shut down quickly so she can get back to boring for England.
Today my bro should be getting his results from a biopsy, has she asked him how he got on? No, too busy with her other a self absorbed shite.
I have a difficult job and an exhausting commute but there is never any thought for how I am. Lucky I have this job as I have to subsidise her all the time and it's just expected, I feel like a bank.
We had a better relationship when she didn't live here TBH.
I do love my Mum but I didn't feel loved when I was younger, no hugs, kisses etc. Just shouting and indifference because she favoured my bro back then.
Sorry that turned into a rant.