So after two months of absolutely no communication with any of us kids, us having no idea where she has been or how he has been doing, scared for the many terrible things that could possibly happen in her situation, my mom called me this morning at work.

Needless to say, all is not well.

Okay, some of you are familiar with my numerous family dramas. It really sucks, because I hate having so much drama in my life, think my life would be incredibly more interesting if the drama was not there because instead of talking about interesting, imaginative things it's always "Well here's what's up with my brother/sister/mom now" *sigh*

So, quick overview, my mom is homeless and has been homeless for quite some time. I have done much to try to help her, all of her children have, but she is not mentally well (paranoid schizophrenic delusional) and is afraid of some of her children, is convinced others hate her, and told me today that she hadn't bothered trying to call me, the only one out of 8 that she will contact any more, because because she figured noone cared. That hurt. I understand that all of her fears are due to illness, but it hurt. There were some times that I was unable to give her much money, but I've always tried to help in the best way that I know how. There is a lot of help that she will not accept which has kept her in the situation that she is in today.

We've all tried to help her. I'm the one that she had been coming to before simply cutting off communication. And she wasn't even going to call me today except for the fact that she is scared, very very scared.

Her husband (married early last year) has had pneumonia for two months. He finally got work and had worked for a few weeks but now cannot work because he can barely even breathe. As soon as my mom realized that I was worried about her when I hadn't heard about her, she broke down crying. She's so scared that his job will go away, scared that he won't be able to get the rest and medical attention that he needs because they're on the streets (they live in a van), but mostly scared that he isn't going to get better. He's an ex-drug-addict, has run a hard life, and it's taken it's toll. She asked if they could stay at my place for a few days, just so that he could try going to county hospital, which is set up differently than the one in Santa Ana in the way that they deal with homeless patients. I told her yes, but then when she talked to her husband, Adrian, they realized that there is no way they can even get the van to LA.

She kind of asked for money, but put the request on hold to see how they do with Adrian's paycheck. So here I am, just paid my bills for the month (and some that I forgot about last month), waiting on a request for money.

And with Kareoke and the Oscar's party, my week started out fairly well. (Moulin Rouge, costume and art design, snubbed for all else)

*sigh*