All I Ever Learned Of Love Is How To Shoot At Someone Who Outdrew You
Wow, two entries in two days. That's a new record for me now-a-days.
So I have a decision to make. It's a hard decision. I don't like making decisions. Sometimes I make waitresses pick a side dish for me, just so I don't have to make a descision.
So, most of you probably know that my mom is...not well. I mean, jokingly we call her "crazy Linda" or whatever, which is fine because I deal with things by making them into jokes. I really can't deal with it anymore. She meets the criteria for Biopolar Disorder to a tee. I think that's what she'd been diagnosed for at one time, but she definately is not on (or not taking) the right medications now. She's mean to my entire family. Some of us might not be the most compassionate to the situation, myself included, but when someone is taking to themself or humming really loudly, and you ask them politely (4 times) to please be quiet because it's seven in the morning on a Saturday, and then say ok sarcastically and don't change their behavior, it's frustrating.
My dad, for some reason, is refusing to really do anything about it. He's applying for a new job and he might be moving or something...which is fine, but he shouldn't be waiting until then to do something about my mom. I'm worried about her. A lot of the time I hate her for how she treats us, but other times she's fine and I feel bad, which is, I'm pretty sure, the way anyone in my situation feels.
So my dad is no help. My Aunt Pam is California thinks something needs to be done to help her, but she's in California. My mom bitched out my Aunt Tuesday, who wants to help her, but is currently seen as my mom's "arch nemisis". My Uncle John is dealing with overcoming alcoholism (which he's doing great at, btw, and has been sober for over a month). My Uncle Mike lives in Colorado...and I don't really talk to him about this issue that much. My Grandpa just had a stroke, and although he's doing great, I don't think he can really handle this situation...
...So, that leaves me to do something. Of course I'd have the help of my Grandpa, my Aunt Pam, and probably my Aunt Tuesday. I'm not trying to make this a pity party for me by any means, but I'm actually afraid that my dad will get mad at me if I try to do something. Three days after my Grandpa had his stroke, my mom yelled really mean things at him, and my dad ended up telling him that he "needed to be more compassionate."
I'm just so frustrated with the situation. My mom isn't my mom. She didn't used to be like this, and I don't think she has to be. It makes me sick, and sad, and angry. Just ask Jason or EZ...they've definately seen me on a bad day. Right now I'm looking at my mom, and she's being perfectly nice, but I know in a minute she's be the complete opposite. Then she acts like it's my fault and my problems. This morning she said I was dilusional.
So, I went online and I found a really nice Christian-based mental health facility in Grand Rapids. I want to call them and ask questions and find out what they can do, but I'm afraid. I'm afraid that my dad will get mad at me. My dad gets mad if I tell my family things, what's he going to say if essentially I try to get information to commit her?
I'm just not sure what to do...
So I have a decision to make. It's a hard decision. I don't like making decisions. Sometimes I make waitresses pick a side dish for me, just so I don't have to make a descision.
So, most of you probably know that my mom is...not well. I mean, jokingly we call her "crazy Linda" or whatever, which is fine because I deal with things by making them into jokes. I really can't deal with it anymore. She meets the criteria for Biopolar Disorder to a tee. I think that's what she'd been diagnosed for at one time, but she definately is not on (or not taking) the right medications now. She's mean to my entire family. Some of us might not be the most compassionate to the situation, myself included, but when someone is taking to themself or humming really loudly, and you ask them politely (4 times) to please be quiet because it's seven in the morning on a Saturday, and then say ok sarcastically and don't change their behavior, it's frustrating.
My dad, for some reason, is refusing to really do anything about it. He's applying for a new job and he might be moving or something...which is fine, but he shouldn't be waiting until then to do something about my mom. I'm worried about her. A lot of the time I hate her for how she treats us, but other times she's fine and I feel bad, which is, I'm pretty sure, the way anyone in my situation feels.
So my dad is no help. My Aunt Pam is California thinks something needs to be done to help her, but she's in California. My mom bitched out my Aunt Tuesday, who wants to help her, but is currently seen as my mom's "arch nemisis". My Uncle John is dealing with overcoming alcoholism (which he's doing great at, btw, and has been sober for over a month). My Uncle Mike lives in Colorado...and I don't really talk to him about this issue that much. My Grandpa just had a stroke, and although he's doing great, I don't think he can really handle this situation...
...So, that leaves me to do something. Of course I'd have the help of my Grandpa, my Aunt Pam, and probably my Aunt Tuesday. I'm not trying to make this a pity party for me by any means, but I'm actually afraid that my dad will get mad at me if I try to do something. Three days after my Grandpa had his stroke, my mom yelled really mean things at him, and my dad ended up telling him that he "needed to be more compassionate."
I'm just so frustrated with the situation. My mom isn't my mom. She didn't used to be like this, and I don't think she has to be. It makes me sick, and sad, and angry. Just ask Jason or EZ...they've definately seen me on a bad day. Right now I'm looking at my mom, and she's being perfectly nice, but I know in a minute she's be the complete opposite. Then she acts like it's my fault and my problems. This morning she said I was dilusional.
So, I went online and I found a really nice Christian-based mental health facility in Grand Rapids. I want to call them and ask questions and find out what they can do, but I'm afraid. I'm afraid that my dad will get mad at me. My dad gets mad if I tell my family things, what's he going to say if essentially I try to get information to commit her?
I'm just not sure what to do...