Hi, I'm not very good at writing. I mean, I can, but I tend to trail off and mix things up a lot when. Anyway, let's start. I'm from a really shitty area in a really shitty city. My mother is a manipulative drug addict prostitute. At least, she was, until about 6 - 8 months ago she got a hold of a batch of bad heroine. No, she's not dead. Even though I somewhat wish this was the case, unfortunately. I truly feel horrible for feeling that way too, but I can't help it. My mother is stuck in bed, unable to walk with the left side of her body paralyzed from multiple strokes and mini strokes she had when she was first admitted in the hospital. She's been in and out of the hospital more times than I can remember, but this time it stuck. Blood infection, MRSA, a bunch of things. When we figured that she wasn't going to come out of the hospital anytime soon, her 'boyfriend' (28 year old douche) left. I understood their relationship. It wasn't hard to see. [flashback] I was 20 years old and living with my mother and sister when she met this guy. I was helping pay for the shitty apartment we were living in. I didn't want my mother going out prostituting and doing drugs anymore. We argued over this guy moving in, she won. I moved. My sister wouldn't come with me. A year or two go by and I haven't talked to my mom at all. My sister calls me freaking out and tells me that my mother and her boyfriend were arrested. She was arrested for prostitution AGAIN and was put on probation. He was arrested for an assault of some kind. I move back in to help. Doomed to repeat the cycle, only this time my pregnant girlfriend-then-wife-now is along for the ride. First couple months went by fine, no problem. I had gotten another job so we all could move into a nice house in a nice neighborhood far away from this dump of a city. I put my girlfriend in charge of the money because I was rarely home. My mother manipulated her out of thousands of dollars. Showing her bills, shut off notices and things like that. "We need to get caught up on these" my mother kept telling her. "I need to pay them because they're in my name." My mother kept saying. My girlfriend fell for it all then finally said something about it to me. We keep getting bills and notices in the mail that should be paid off. I instantly knew what was up and we all argue. I told her not to trust her, but she's been acting so good before that. I guess that's why they call it acting, huh? My girlfriend and I talk. We don't have enough money to move yet but we will soon. Now my girlfriend knows that I wasn't over exaggerating when I told her about my mom (She's been weaseling money out of me since I was 16 and started working part-time). We stick it out and stay until we found a house in a slightly better neighborhood about 15 minutes away. The baby comes and everything is going great. My mother is taking to her probation, volunteering for a church/soup kitchen down the street from her apartment and seems to really be getting her shit together. I met with the people at the church and they tell me good things about her. The lady in charge of the operation has become really good friends with my mom and they go out together with my sister to movies and stuff. At the time, it was really good. Until I see past the smoke and mirrors like she's part of some Penn and Teller skit. Before I started investigating deeper and found out what she'd been doing, I'd ask her to watch my daughter. I paid her and everything. What got me probing again, is when $200 came up missing after I had asked her to babysit. Around this time is when I found out about what she's been doing to the church and digging deeper. She was abusing the church system. Making fake names for food deliveries and taking that food so she can sell her food stamps at the bodega next to the church. Hitting up the other volunteers for money, even her new 'friend'. It's very sad. My mother wasn't allowed in my house after that. [\flashback] 5 years has passed since I was 20, her boyfriend got out of jail and moved back in with my mother. Shortly after that she was put into the hospital and he disappeared. Good riddance. While my mom was recovering, she tried to get back in touch with him and seeing that broke my heart. I don't know if she is still trying to contact him. I saw her once when I help my sister move into her new apartment (down the street from her old on!) My problem is, I'm done with her. I visited her about 4 or 5 times in the hospital, but I don't think I want her in my families life again. She's fucked me so many times before. Especially as a teenager, but that is another post. My mom wants to see us. Me, my girlfriend and my daughter. She has not even recognized that she's done all these things with an apology or anything. It's very confusing for me. The only thing stopping her from repeating the cycle is that she is crippled now. What good is that though? It's not genuine. I hope this is the right sub to post this in, and I hope my thoughts were coherent enough to decipher.