Drama Queen

[donnalotus]

Michael's mum is being a challenge at the moment. The woman herself doesn't stress me out directly, because I just ignore her when she's being a drama queen, but when it starts to stress Michael out to the point that he is so wound up he's about to snap... then I get pissed off.

I nearly grabbed the phone off him last night and told her, "You know what, don't worry about it, take your house off the market, and let's call the whole thing off - WE don't need to put up with this SHIT!"

She's convinced herself that by moving in with us, Michael going back on the carer's pension, and having us all own a house together that she is doing us a favour. This is our life for the next however many years that she manages to live.

We were quite happy to go rent a bigger place and get on with our lives. The option of having her live with us is only because she is so ill, and quite frankly, she needs us. It's not the other way around, but Michael and I are both strong believers that if you can, it's important to support family in any way you can - we don't want to see her go into a nursing home, she's not that bad yet.

She's more or less the only real family he has left. His sister isn't involved in our lives, his father he has disowned, and most of his extended family is overseas. His mother is now his responsibility, which he has, I believe, gracefully accepted given the circumstances.

Am I grateful she's giving us this opportunity to get a house of our own? Absolutely.
Am I reliant on having a house of our own to be happy? Hell no.

That's where things sit right now. She's cracked the shits because we didn't get the house that she wanted. She won't listen to reason, and she blames us for "not acting quick enough". She's convinced herself that the owners were desperate to sell, and would have accepted our offer if we'd put it in a week earlier.

Hang on, you want us to put in an offer on a house we've seen for 10 minutes without even considering what our other housing options are? As it was this house was possibly not a good fit for us - yes we liked it, but there were plenty of things that I wasn't happy about but willing to compromise on.

1. No real yard for the kids to play in

2. We would have to turn a living room area into OUR bedroom because she wanted two rooms (the two biggest rooms I might add) for herself

3. I was going to have to compromise on how I wanted our children raised in relation to having their rooms close to ours because of the layout of the house and HER taking two rooms out of the three that were clustered together (when she could have just as easily taken the living room area as her own room, with the adjacent study and put a door out to her precious decking)

4. The rumpus room below had damp and was going to end up being way more work than we wanted - and given that we were going to use this place to "get away" from her, that's not a healthy place to spend the majority of your time.

5. No bath... three fricking bathrooms and NO GOD DAMN BATH - like what?

I could go on, but those are my main points.

She's now stressing that if she sells her place and we can't find a decent one in the meantime she won't have anywhere to live. She's delusional. Like I said to Michael, and he said to her, if it comes right down to it, we will rent for 6 -12 months. We will get a four bedroom house and just rent until we find something better. And she will have to deal with having to move twice, just like the rest of us. It's not like we're going to have any easier time of it with a baby. She just needs to take a fricking chill pill.

*deep breath*