Open Letter to My Crazy Mother

I'm SO sorry I'm such an inconvenience to you. Is that why my sisters took care of me 90% of the time when I was an infant? Was I an inconvenience to you even then?

I'm sorry that I made the mistake of getting my family into debt. I won't mention where I learned my spending habits from that got me into this.... I guarantee that it won't happen again, but the point now is that it's MY responsibility to take care of it. I know having your children move in with you isn't the easiest thing in the world to do. I'll be the first one to admit that. It's not easy for us either as adults to admit that we need this kind of help. But we are THREE PEOPLE and a dog all living in a 10x11 room—clothing and other necessities included. I'm sorry my daughter has diapers and toys and clothes. I'm doing my dead-level best to keep everything out of your way so that your living space is impacted as little as possible. When I mentioned bringing in the shelving unit to put on the patio, it was so that I could get our stuff out of your kitchen cupboards and off the counter top so your things would no longer be displaced. Nothing of yours needed to be moved out—just moved from one side of the cabinet to the other. And it wasn't even anything that was normally out there. It was all stuff you needed to go through and get rid of. Doing that actually created MORE space for you. But you didn't want to see that. All you could see was that we were somehow in your way, and the martyrdom began. "Just put the shelves up. I won't say another thing. It's more important that YOU all are comfortable. I'll just pack up my things and take them to Goodwill." Pardon my language, but what the HELL kind of solution is that?????? Even when it comes to baby-proofing the house, we have N-E-V-E-R asked you to put away ANY of your things. If you would just help us go through the things in the basement, we'd be able to get the room built down there and you would have the upstairs back to yourself.


I love you, Mom, and I am doing my best before God to honor what is honorable, but you are NOT making it easy. You desperately need to recognize that YOU are sick. Manic/Depressive, Bi-polar, call it whatever you want to, but you need to do something about it before it completely destroys EVERY relationship you have left.

posted by Brandi at 10:01 AM