My mom is an obsessive compulsive hoarder. YES just like the t.v. show on A&E. I haven't been to her house in 3 years. Well Jon had an appointment today north of her house, and we stopped by on our way home. She wasn't there... I saw her house and started crying. It's 10 times worse than when I was forced to move out, because it wasn't fit living conditions for a child.
It used to just be the inside, but now there was stuff on the outside as well. A chest of drawers on her front porch, tables leaning up against her tree. I want more than anything to take Avery over there and let her stay with grandma... I can't do that. There's no place to walk in her house.
I called her tonight to tell her that until she gets help I can no longer speak to her. I know that sounds harsh, but I absolutely can not keep trying. I always try and help her, I tell her how to get help and what to do, but It's never been enough. So I threatened Myself and my daughter today on her. She can no longer call OR see us until she proves that she's receiving help and cleaning up her house. It HURTS me to see her house like that... I can't believe how much it hurts me.
I feel free of this burden and feel like 100 pounds has been lifted from my shoulders. I can't wait to see if she actually gets help, but she probably won't. I even pushed her in the right direction and told her what she needed to do and who she needed to see.
Thankfully Jon has his master's degree in Psychology and he has told me that I've done the right thing. He DID NOT hinder my decision in any way. This was all me! I can't wait to start this new burden free chapter in my life and I KNOW that she will probably never get the help. So I feel Mother Free now and I actually feel good about it. I love my mother, but I just couldn't do this anymore.