I've name changed for privacy. To cut a long story short, my mother unexpectedly lost her husband a couple of weeks ago (cancer, late stage diagnosis, end came very quickly). They were ex-pats and had been living abroad for over a decade. TBH her moving abroad was the best thing that ever happened to me. Got a phone call from her the day after the funeral, in hysterics, saying she couldn't cope, so we said she could come and stay with us for a couple of weeks. Didn't know what else to do in the circumstances.
Warning signs were there from day 1, when she booked a flight to an airport totally inconvenient for us (there are 2 less than an hour away) because it was cheaper. 5 hour round trip to pick her up. She's booked a return flight for 3 weeks (not the two that we stated).
We're now 6 days in and I constantly feel like bursting into tears. She just sits on the sofa playing on her phone expecting to be waited on hand and foot. Ignores my kids (both teens) and they're basically hiding in their rooms to get away from her. I'm expected to drive her to whatever shop she's decided she needs to go to on that day. Never says please or thank you. Never offers to make a drink for anyone else. I had a hospital appt on Wednesday (long trip into London, really stressful). Came back to find she hadn't even bothered to wash up. Wanted to know what was for dinner, followed by an evening of pestering about what the doctor had said. I didn't really answer. I've tried repeatedly to explain what the problem is and she doesn't listen (had a really bad attack of pain and diarrhoea on Monday thanks to the drive on Sunday, and all she wanted to know was when I would take her to the supermarket). I've got no space, no privacy. If she wants a drink, she fidgets and tuts and sighs until someone offers to make her one.
She very quickly said that she's decided to wants to come back to the UK full time. This was entirely predictable and OH and I had already assumed this was what she was going to say. She wants to move near here because I am the only one who can look after her. Neither of my brothers can do it because 'they both have jobs.' (I'm self employed, so flexible, but I actually have 2 jobs). Problem is, it now turns out, that she and my stepdad hadn't prepared for the current situation and she doesn't really have enough money to do it. Partly because, it turns out, they've been bailing the boys out financially for years. I haven't had a fricken birthday present in 15 years, but they gave my stepbrother thousands to top up his house deposit because he wanted a house that was out of his budget and they've been paying my brother's rent. She's already fishing to see if OH and I will make up the shortfall.
I'm so tired. I don't think I can do another 2 weeks of this. OH is losing his patience with how rude she is and taking it out on me. The worst thing is, my father (who was abusive and horrible) used to say she was lazy, and she is. It's like I'm 16 all over again, parenting an adult toddler who can't or won't do anything for themselves.
Please tell me I'm not the only one.