My grandmother died a week ago and my mother is not handling it well. For those who know from previous threads, she has attempted suicide ~5 (sad when you forget how many) times over as many years. My grandmother was cremated, so we just had this catered gathering where we released balloons with messages on them (kinda gay, not going to lie). My mother was HAMMERED and gave the worst speech I've ever heard. Immediately ran inside, found her at the bar. The entire event was from 3PM-6PM. At 5PM she was cut off from the bar. She then fell off the stool and broke some ribs. She also fell into a wall and got a welt on her forehead.
Very sad to see her like this. Clearly depressed, clearly an alcoholic, and clearly has more problems than anyone can imagine. She flew down to FL the other day to another rehab center, something we've gone through 10+ times. I feel like I'm on the show Intervention sometimes, yet it's on repeat.
I think the worst thing is I am numb to it. The first time I was called at work and told "your mother is in the hospital for attempting suicide, she has a 5% chance to live", I was an emotional wreck. The next time she had a 1% chance and I was equally a wreck. The subsequent attempts I totally stopped caring at all. Sometimes I think it would be better if there was a success. Does that make me a piece of shit? All the meanwhile, my siblings and I are trying to start careers, families, and moving on - she literally drags everyone down into her games.
Anyways not really asking for advice, just felt like I needed to vent this shit.
