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Input: My mom had a stroke 2 years ago and I'm really uncomfortable being in the room with her while she slurs her words and chews her food, it's hard to see anyone you care about change into that but that's not the real issue.. .I also just dont respect her much as a human and the meds shes on make it harder to put up with her. She also needs my help after a small surgery... I dont live nearby and I just really want her to ask someone else. I technically can drop everything and help her but I dont want to.  
I already know I'm an asshole.. but let me explain.   I dont care for my family, they're all backwards hicks and I hate being on the phone or going to lunch... I have a mom and a brother.  My bro is 6 years older and my mom was a single mom... she spent more time at work than home which was respectable until I turned 11, my bro moved out, my mom was sick of *doing everything* and I was sent off to the country to live with her abusive redneck drinking buddies. I lived with (different) other people from 11 to 17 (including a bf from 14 to 17)  then dropped out of school and ran off to 3 other states before finding a home in California for 12 years. My mom visited often, she became a truck driver to follow her dreams when she sent me off... I got homesick sometimes because it was 12 years and I forgave my mom for a while, she was someone I'd go out of my way to meet and i included her in xmas stuff. 
Then she had her stroke, wiped out the right half of her mobility, shes in pain, the meds make her emotional and... rude.  I was so worried in California, every phone call sounded like she was being tortured by everyone trying to help her... I felt horrible so I actually give up my job and home in cali and made my daughter leave her world to come live with and help my mom.   Now I had to get a job, then an apartment, and I got both quickly but maybe only because my mom called 6 times a day for status reports and asking what the hold up is.  I arrived in October and had an apartment by xmas. Moved her in, and became her fucking slave.  She treated my daughter like crap, acted like everything in the world revolved around her stroke, brings up politics and god entirely too much, cried daily over how unfair it all was... but mostly I couldn't leave my 12 year daughter alone with her, she was so mean and on xmas told my daughter she would always be a horrible person... yeah my baby cried and shes not horrible, I blame the meds, my mom changed after this stroke. She will admit she was a beast, so I swear I'm not exaggerating.  Anyway, she got sick of ME and decided to move back to the place I *saved* her from and by then I was done... I maxed out all my credit cards to get to Texas and help her and she lasted 2 months in my care.. I dont call, I hate her voice, and on top of just being uncomfortable seeing my mom in this condition I'm really angry that she would insist I spend so much time and money to help her then not need me... describe me to people as a selfish punk.   I really wish I just never came back to help in the first place. I ruined my life, it's been 7 months since she had someone pick her and her things up. I couldn't afford nor wanted to keep that place or job so I quit everything and moved in with my travelling bf, my daughter is already homeschooled so we are always on the road now and it's been better than Texas but I'm still pissed that I did so much for my mom and it was just a total disaster..  so that's where I'm coming from, sorry of that's long.  ANYWAY she has a blockage in her leg and I assume it's an angioplasty coming up and she called me asking of I could come (currently in utah but maybe heading back to TX in a few weeks) because she needs help for a few days after the procedure.   I just... I honestly feel like when she dies it will be sad but a relief and that makes me feel like shit... I also dont know if these feelings are justified or if I'm just horrible now.  Should I do it?  I havent told her how I feel.  Also she wants help with money and I'm not finding work on the road for extra cash and I wont be asking my bf for money to help her... she sounds so miserable on the phone but I hesitate to feel sorry for her.  I really dont have much family, I dont want to hate them, but 3 or 4 days with her might be too much for me.  I'm kind of looking for justifiable reasons not to feel obligated to ever help her again.   

not wanting to help my severely handicapped mom anymore