I dont know where to put this so please bare with me. Also I've tried to write this out five times because I was just spewing things out.
My Mother is almost 70 and she's worrying me. She's started going to church - It's just down the road from her house, doesnt take her long to get there. She's enjoying talking to people and making a few new friends. I dont mind her going to church. It gets her out of the house and doing things other than looking after my Dad, who my brother looks after at the weekends (friday to sunday) to give her a break. She's been going there for about three-ish months and in that time: She's gone vegan which is great, she wants to eat healthily and I support that and she's converted to Christianity which I think might be the problem here.
She'll go on for hours and hours how this is bad and that is bad, her favourite. She often tells me how "God" is angry at me for having an abortion when I was sixteen, I was assaulted and she knows that but she'll still drum it in that I was wrong to have "murdered" my baby. She's constantly trying to take the kids to Church to "save them" - They dont want to go, they've told her hundreds of times. They're eight and thirteen and they know their minds. Im not forcing two boys to do something they dont want. She'll call me a bad Mother because Im not "raising my kids to fear God" But when I tell her she raised me the way I raise my kids I get a mouthful. I never went to church as a little one. Our weekends were spent going to the seaside or maybe camping or the zoo, eating too many treats, maybe watching Disney films - Something she suddenly hates. She suddenly can't stand Disney films and when I ask why she never has an explanation
It all came to a head this morning when she asked if we celebrated Halloween. I said we sort of did but it wasn't a big deal, we had some sweets and played some games then watched a few films. Halloween isnt a big holiday to us like Christmas is. She hit the ROOF. I put her on speaker while she ranted for fifteen minutes about how Halloween is the "work of the devil" before hanging up and sobbing while my partner took the boys out - I dont think I can cry anymore today
This isnt my Mum. At all. I dont know what to do, Im not sure if she's unwell or if this is the early stages of Dementia or Alzheimers because I'm unsure of what it looks like. If I suggest talking to someone other than the pastor at her church she tells me off like a naughty schoolgirl. I think maybe I need slapping about and telling to mind my business. I honestly dont know how to address this. It's gotten so bad Im considering going LC
AIBU to worry about this?