So I figured I'd give my mom a call to see how she is doing. It's been a while since I've talked to her, she recently purchased a mobile home, so is no longer homeless. She still has money from my dad's life insurance, but has still refused to give any to my two sisters as she originally offered.

So I mentioned that my sister Misty was still looking for a job and might be having trouble with rent next month. I didn't outright ask for money for her, but figured I could drop a hint that mom was not being reasonable.

So, instead of even mentioning that she was in a position to help, or even that she wanted to help, she said that since my little bro hasn't picked up the van that she used to live in, that we could put a bed in the van and that it was big enough for Misty to stay in.

WTF? She just suggested that Misty go on the streets! She had the audacity to not show the least bit of concern for her welfare or safety. I don't evenknow if she realized how icy cold and wrong she just sounded either.

Most of the time, between her paranoid episodes and delusional stories I just have to tune her out and move on. I love her, and I don't doubt that there are a lot of problems that she has encountered lately, but there is a point where there is obviously no reasoning behind a lot of her choices.

I worry about her, I worry about my whole family, but I can only do so much. I'm sure Misty will do just fine, and I'm glad that my mom isn't in the streets, but there's always something.

Asnd to quite the words of a cool workmate: Just when there's light at the end of the tunnel, it turns out to be an oncoming train!