Well, I'm only a newbie here at Passions, but I've seen how supportive all of you can be; and right now I could use some support.
I have been living with my mom for two years, since she moved back from Costa Rica to the States. During that time, I've seen her moods go up and down but mostly she's had a consistent underlying depressive tendency. Last year, thinking that she would feel better once she had a place of her own, I decided to go in on buying a condo with her.
Needless to say, it hasn't helped and she has actually continued to get worse. I guess it should've been obvious before that nothing material would ever be enough, but I was just trying to do all I could to make her happy.
Well, I recently (2.5 months ago) started dating someone, and she instantly had issues with him (even though he's phenomenal). I think it had to do with territoriality and the fact that I wasn't devoting all of my time and energy to her anymore. In response to her increasing passive aggressivity and general negativity directed at me (us), I decided that it would be best if I moved out.
[Here I find it necessary to note that I had been talking to her about 'needing my own space' since last Nov. -- way before my current relationship started.]
Anyway, she got really bad after I made the announcement that I want to move. And even though I had been planning a long process 3-4 months to ease the transition and make sure we would both be financially okay, she completely flipped out last weekend. She started saying that nobody loves her, that she's completely alone, that I've rejected her. And WORSTLY, she started talking about killing herself, and she was doing nothing but pacing and crying for half an hour.
I naturally flipped out and called my brother -- a Dr. in NY. After 10-15 minutes on the phone with her, he agreed that she was in a really bad place and we called 911 to make sure that she would get in to see someone.
To make that hideous day's story short -- she got EXTREMELY angry at both of us and is now saying that she can't trust my brother or I and that she doesn't know when she will be ready to speak to us again. And my boyfriend, John, (God bless him) -- who was by my side for the entire ordeal -- will now never be acceptable to her.
I haven't been home in a few days but I can't afford to keep eating out. I mean, I've only got $20 to last me through the end of May for gas and food. I'm feeling extremely alone (except for John, though I don't want to make this his problem and I don't want to put pressure on him), extremely poor, and extremely helpless. Any words of encouragement and support would be appreciated. As well as any suggestions for what I might do with this situation.
Thank you all so much.