OliveOilMom wrote:
Since my mother has been unconscious, for about a week now, I haven't been to the hospital to see her. She always told me that when it was near the end and she was out of it that she didn't want me nor the kids to see her like that. Also, because of my depression and being so upset over this, i don't know if I could handle seeing her out of it like this. I haven't been up there since she got to the point where she wouldn't know I was there and my presence would do her no good.
Not only were the nurses b*****s to me about it, even though I explained things to them, now my friends are coming down on me all judgmental and stuff because I'm not up there.
EVERYTHING I DO IS WRONG! If I go up there, then I've violated promises I made her her since I was 12 about that. She's reminded me of it every time she's gone into the hospital before. "Don't come if I'm dying and not conscious" she would say. "Don't you dare being those kids up here if I'm dying and unconscious either!" she would say. So, I'm getting sh** now from my friends about not being there. I've EXPLAINED this sh** to them over and over. She used to actually say to me "To me, dying is like going to the bathroom. I don't need you in there when I do it, I don't want you in there when I do it, and you don't need to see it!". You can't be clearer than that over it. If she was conscious, I'd be there no matter what she said about it, but she's NOT.
I'm barely hanging on as it is. Financial worries, looming jail for DH over that f***ing dog, my mother, now people judging me left and right. One of my least judgmental friends just got on to me about not being there. I've EXPLAINED this sh** to her! My oldest daughter is blaming me for everything and bitching at me constantly. My husband is no help at all, hell I might as well be single as married to him. Now this.
I'm SO TIRED of being blamed for every f***ing thing that happens, or no matter what I do, it's wrong. I'm SICK, SICK, SICK of it!! !! !! !! !! !! !! !
Next time someone pops off about not seeing you mother, tell them what you said in the later message, then tell them all to take a flying f*** off the f***ing Steel Pier in Atlantic City.
I know the feeling about always being in the wrong, especially if I can prove myself to be right. I caught hell when my own mother died in the nursing home, and I wasn't there when she died. I was in the hospital for observation since my blood sugars dropped to 22mmol/dl at 2:00am in the morning the day she died. I Never left the hospital until 3:00PM that day and she died at 11:00 am.