…that it was supposed to be better than 2013.
Two weeks ago the mother-in-law finally put money down on an apartment, for a scheduled move out today. She and Ben even went out and bought a bed and sofa (since she has no furniture of her own at this point).
But of course—like always happens when she's on the verge of finally getting her act together and out of our house—she blew it.
I'll spare you all the ugly details, but suffice to say she's back in the psych ward again after another failed suicide attempt yesterday afternoon.
While the future is anything but certain at this point, on Monday Ben is going to court to get custody, and once she's out of lockup, she's going into rehab. The one thing that is certain is that she's not coming back here. We're both done with this bullshit.
Ugh. Sorry. I've had charge of an unstable relative, and can relate. Hang in there!
a common tale and oh so frustrating.