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I bet my story can top most. I did not see the Oprah show and I'm sure I would have been surprised, but not shocked. Several years ago we received a call that MIL had been taken from house and put in mental hospital for evaluation. Guys in protective suits were in her house and had condemned it. DH and I arranged for kids to be cared for and ran up there. Luckily DH had friends in neighborhood from growing up that were in FL for winter, so we were able to stay at there house and not incur that expense. Anyway the first night we got there it was very dark and I waited in car while DH went into house to see what we had to do. Well..... he could barely push door open enough to get in. Stuff was piled about 18 inches high throughout house. It was heart wrenching for me to see my DH go through this. MIL was released from crazy hospital after evaluation and when DH talked with dr. he said that there was nothing wrong and he could not commit her!! HELLO! It is not normal to live like that and something was clearly wrong. We had seen it coming, but did not know it had gotten to this point. We stopped going there after kids were born as house always smelled of cat urine and I would not subject my kids to that environment, so when we saw her she came to our home. She moved in with us, and while we were freezing our butts off cleaning out the house she sat all cozy and warm in my house! It got real ugly at times, but I was totally supportive until I found out that she was not looking for a job or a place to live and planned to stay with us. DH as in denial about this part and when he finally saw through her manipulation he booted her out. Of course the house was now empty and cleaned out, had heat, had electricity and running water. All she had to do was paint the colors she wanted and order a few appliances. It was too much for her and she walked away from the house and moved out of state.
Yes, this is an illness and we tried to get her help many times, but you have to want to be helped as with any addiction or mental disorder. The human compassionate side of me wanted to fix the situation, but he mother side of me needed to keep my family safe first.