TETHERED TO A TYRANT
I grew up in an upper-middle class neighborhood with three sisters and one brother, a loving caring father, and a mother who made our lives an utter living hell, and turned my dad into a martyr. Dad died eleven years ago from heart failure. And afterwards, we siblings fought over Ma and her care--the nasty old lady who was so cruel to us--and it broke the family apart.
Ma was always the center of attention, and still is. She continues to live on. She is 89 years old now, in an Alzheimer's facility that costs over $6,500 a month (when Dad died, she was left over a million dollars), her "care" managed and controlled by her youngest daughter, a full-blown wealthy religious nut, who has become "guardian" and cut her sisters and brother off from any input in her care, or any money or gifting we might have received for birthdays and Christmas.
Yet, "Sister" is very angry and resentful at us for not regularly visiting to pay homage to "Ma", a horrible selfish woman who got drunk every evening and beat up her husband and her children on a regular basis.
Dad told us every morning when we got up, to keep a low profile and stay out of her way, and that when we turned eighteen, it was best that we moved out. Immediately. And we did.
Why is it that the kind, generous people--such as my father--seem to pass before their time, and the tyrants live on forever? Nothing seems to fell "Ma"--not melanoma, not breaking a hip, not breast cancer, not pneumonia...she is an empty shell, no mind left, a ravaged body parked in a wheelchair all day, secured into bed at night so she won't wander off.
Years down the road, I feel that in a way my dad was lucky to pass on fairly quickly at the age of 82. He wouldn't have wanted to live on the way his wife does. The whole thing is a complete travesty.