Dur­ing this time where really my mother was in com­plete finan­cial dis­tress and squeak­ing by.  How­ever she couldn’t stop buy­ing friv­o­lous things at all. She was glued to the home shop­ping chan­nel, when she didn’t have the money to buy some­thing out right she would jump on their pay­ment plan. When she was really excited about some­thing she would call my grandmother.

I swear some­thing was being shipped to the house every other day from the home shop­ping net­work. If I had to ven­ture a guess dur­ing the months between I moved back and when I cut off com­mu­ni­ca­tion she had to spend the equiv­a­lent of a cou­ple mort­gage pay­ments. It got to the point that she attempted to hide this pur­chases from me since she knew that she was going to get a lec­ture from me.

She con­tin­ued about how she needed her house mod­ern­ized so it looked good “for the chil­dren”. This was her pri­or­ity in her life. No job, no income, three chil­dren liv­ing under her roof, and she’s com­plain­ing about the floor­ing (which was ade­quate and bet­ter then some other people’s flooring).

There was an extreme lack of food in the house. There was tons of dry cereal and maybe if you were lucky bread and peanut but­ter. She ordered out more then cooked any­thing mean­ing­ful, she would also go gro­cery shop­ping every day so she could get out of the house. Iron­i­cally she didn’t buy much of anything.

My sev­en­teen year old sis­ter who was work­ing had to buy her own food for lunch’s and mostly din­ners also since “sup­per” con­flicted with her work sched­ule. Now for some peo­ple this would seem like a fine thing to do, but my mother was get­ting hun­dreds of dol­lars a month in child sup­port for my sis­ter. Yet my sis­ter never seemed to ben­e­fit from it. Instead I would have hear about my sev­en­teen year old sis­ter using my mother’s make-up or wear­ing my 12 year old sis­ters shirts (yes my sis­ter was almost that small, but also liked tight fit­ting clothes). Never once did I hear her say any­thing good about my sis­ter, it was more com­plaints on how much she cost or the atti­tude she gave.

To my cha­grin my grand­par­ents paid to have new floor­ing done for Christ­mas. Some­times I think my mother is as spoiled as my youngest brother.

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