I love her. I just can’t stand her.
My mum had a medical scare last month. I would rather not go into all the details but it was a pretty scary time.
But now that she is healthy and back home, my sister has been on my case about getting my mum to move in with my family. And I really don’t want that.
A few years ago, my dad passed away. He was really young and it was completely unexpected. At the time, I talked to my mum about her living arrangements. She was only 65. So still really young.
She said she was fine living by herself. That she wanted her own life and not to worry. I was relieved, I didn’t want her to move in.
But my sister, who lives in another state, told me that we should convince our mum to rent out her place for extra income and move into my granny flat. She said she was just being her usual “don’t want to bother you” self and would get lonely. I refused and instead see her for lunch on the weekend and go to hers for dinner during the week with the whole family.
It’s not that I don’t love my mum. I do. I love her so so much. And she has been such a good mum. And a wonderful grandmother to our 4-year-old daughter.
But we only tend to get along when we spend limited amount of time together. The minute we are under the same roof over night, we start annoying each other. It’s always been that way. It’s different for my sister. Her and my mum get along every minute they are together (I am pretty sure my sister is my mum’s favourite).
I know that if she moves in with me, it will be pure hell. Sure, she will be the wonderful generous person she is by cooking my family meals and helping with our daughter (and the thought of the help on both those is so appealing).