You sound like a red pill'er.It's just depressing the amount that I've sacrified for her and she doesn't seem to appreciate it in the slightest given how much disregard she has for my wellbeing.
Well let me know if you need help with the floorI tell her to go fuck herself all the time but it doesn't really help, and I can't bring myself to actually bail on her.
Her house went through a devastating flood in 2010, and four other major natural disasters since. It was barely even livable for 7 months after the flood but I had no where else to put her and her sick dog while I got the house fixed up. My stepfather left about 2 years ago when his father died. I successfully fought the insurance company and got about $35k which was a lot better than the 0 dollars they tried to pay out.
In order for my mother to sever all financial ties with my stepfather so they can split, this house needs to be in condition to sell it, and 35k won't pay contractors to do all the work that needs to be done, so it has to be done by me using whatever materials we can find at liquidators or at renovation places that salvage stuff from all the rich people houses that are always being demolished on the beach.
I really don't want to be her enabler but I can't figure out what else to do. I've been paying all the bills with my normal income from the university while putting away money from my MTGO business in an account where she can't find it, so I have get-out-of-dodge money if shit gets any worse or so I have money to start a life after all this is over. It's just depressing the amount that I've sacrified for her and she doesn't seem to appreciate it in the slightest given how much disregard she has for my wellbeing. Now that the dog is dead there's really nothing keeping me here, and these hardwood planks might just be the last straw.
When I was 17 I got severely depressed and told all my friends on MSN about how depressed I was and how my life was shit, by the time I was 21 they were really fucking sick of my shit and I had to move out of the house we then shared. They were not psychologists but I blamed them anyway.I leave the house plenty. I just don't have any friends. All of mine stopped talking to me/moved away after I got depressed after my mom tried to kill herself ~8 years ago, and then I never bothered to make any new ones.
It's just solid planks with flanges, not the engineered prefab kind. I'm so fucked.At least those prefab hardwood floors aren't difficult to install, they'll add value, they can be done as a room by room project, and they'll cover up a lot of the gunk. I'd even help you put them in for a booze-wage. That sort of work can be pleasant when it's not a million degrees outside with 100% humidity.
I was definitely depressed, but I'm not depressed anymore, just angry. I had to come out of it by necessity. Once my stepfather moved out, I had to make more money to cover more bills, while also maintaining and fixing the inside of the house and maintaining 2+ acres of property outside. When you're depressed you just don't have the energy for that.I can hardly imagine the hell which you live in, being like I was or worse for twice as long without starting recovery yet. You need to sort yourself out.