My aunt passed away in May, and now that she’s not around to keep her crazy in check my mother has been throwing my aunt’s stuff away, stuff from my grandparents, from my cousin and even some of my things. Not her own stuff though, it’s only everyone else’s things that are in the way and have “no use”. Like apparently I don’t have a say in whether I want to keep some of my aunt’s (who raised me) stuff. We got into an argument because of this yesterday, which I shouldn’t have done because the results were exactly as expected: she wouldn’t admit to doing anything wrong and implied I was imagining something that wasn’t true. And later I heard her on the phone telling someone how I’m crazy and mistreat HER.
Earlier today she was taking a nap and I went into the living room and saw these letters addressed to some of my aunt’s friends with handwriting that vaguely resembles my aunt’s… Wtf is she even trying to do now?! Like people are even going to believe that my aunt was writing anything after she went into cardiac arrest?!
I’m not even angry anymore, I’m just sad. I can’t argue with her all the time, it’s exhausting. The worst thing about this is that I can’t get away from her due to a variety of reasons, I’m an adult but I’m basically useless and can’t do anything by myself and I’m socially inept. I still haven’t gotten the psychological help I need and everything in my life just keeps getting progressively worse.