I am slogging through all of this. Mom picked a place (essential that it was her decision so she can't blame me for sticking her somewhere against her will). We have the keys, and tomorrow, we go get the results of her TB test and can move her in at any time. We took measurements of the room and know what furniture will fit. We just need to pick out clothes, artwork, and decorations for her room, then we can move her in.
That reminds me! I need to call movers and get them to come get and move her stuff. It is always ONE MORE THING.
We (my BF and I) have applied for an apartment just two miles from mom's place, and we should hear back tomorrow if we get it.
I met with the realtor yesterday and am listing the house with her. I signed the paperwork, so that's kind of on autopilot, while I focus on moving both mom and me out of here. Then she can begin showings.
I just keep focusing on the fact that, one month from yesterday, the hardest parts will be over. I will get to live with the greatest man I have ever met, and life will be peaceful enough that I can actually walk my dog on a regular schedule. Home will go from being a stress-fest to being a retreat.
I will still have to deal with my narcissistic brother (like mother like son), who believes that he should get all of mom's AND MY stuff, if he likes it. Well, that's not going to happen. He hasn't lifted a finger to help her, despite committing to take her and find her an assisted living facility up north (where we're from). He has NO IDEA how involved all of this is. I want less than ten pieces of furniture and two photographs from my mom's stuff. He can have everything else. The split is definitely in his favor, but he's still going to complain about it, because the only important person in his world is him.
While I know I should be calling him every few days to give him updates, he's the type that will have an opinion on everything and second-guess my decisions, and I just can't do it. Hey, the phone works two ways, right? And he hasn't called since I told him that I had narrowed it down to the top three places that I had toured. And then, he just said, "So I don't get a say in this decision?" Uh yeah, you had a say, you said it, I agreed to it, then you broke your word. So you blew your "say."
All of this makes me miss my dad. He and I got along like my mom and my brother get along, and I wish I had a family ally instead of having to deal with the two narc children of the family. Thank God for my BF; he has been an absolute rock for me to lean and cry on through all of this.