Okay, guys here's the dillio (sp.?).
About 2 years ago, my mom and dad separated, and she went to live in Ohio with her niece. Apparantly they got into a tiff or something, and she was kicked out with my idiot little brother, and have been living off welfare ever since. After a while, they seemed to stop giving my mom money (or at the very least, cut her funds) cause she was living off it for 2 years and she hasn't gotten a job since. In her defense, though she's always been a homemaker, and doesn't speak english, so it's not an easy task for her. Anyhoo, she was begging me to send her money (around $200 a month), which I had no problem with, but after a while, I thought she must be pretty miserable there and I thought I should do everything in my power to bring her back to California.
Anyhoo, here's where the problem arises. My mom and I have had a TON of arguments in the past. The annoying thing is that it would be over the most trivial of shit. For example, she kicked me out of the house for a few weeks cause I got a C in one of my college Calculus classes, and once said my habits of watching T.V. past 10 PM were tantamount to murder and rape (I shit you not!). So you can assume it's not easy living with her.
But then I thought 'hey, she's been living in Ohio all by herself without any family to take care of her for 2 years, and she might be a different person'. How wrong I was. The woman was as demanding and possessive as ever. She hadn't changed a fucking bit. And if I let her live with me, she'd think that she would be in control and I'd have to live under her rules (even if I'm the one paying the rent for all of us).
So I've been having doubts, and I'm thinking the best thing is to just help her out the way I've been doing so far, and make sure she doesn't live with me for at least a few more years. It doesn't help that everytime she calls, she always seems to think that I've dropped out of school and became a drug dealer or something (seriously, she says this EVERY FUCKING TIME). The funny thing being I was doing so much better at school when she wasn't around, then all throughout the time that she was.
But um yeah, should I feel bad about not wanting to help her come live with me? Am I a bad son?