I've been reading your other thread too, and went through something similar with my mother and my grandmother. I'd moved back to SC from another state and had a lot more time to visit my grandmother, who was crippled. She did use a walker, but still could not get around well at all. My mother moved in with her so she wouldn't have to pay any bills. It would take too much time to detail the money situation. My grandmother was on a pension too, and also got extra money because my grandfather was in the army. My mother used the situation to her advantage.
Anyway, she treated my grandmother (her mom) like crap. My niece lived there too, and was baptized at the time. She witnessed the abuse. The name-calling because my grandmother's arthritis hurt so bad, she couldn't get up to go to meetings. The cursing. My grandmother looked like a homeless person. She would wear the same clothes three days in a row. I knew she was suffering from depression, as she would sleep all day long, and sometimes not come out of her room for days.
When I came over, I would wash her hair and cook for her. I made her some new dresses. I remember once asking my grandmother of she wanted some coffee. She loved coffee. My mom screamed at me that I better not get it for her. She told me to "let her lazy ass get up and get it herself." I was like..wth is wrong with you? Grandma is freakin' 80 years old! YOU are the one sitting her living off of her with no job. Using HER new Maxima that you talked her into buying so you can run to Myrtle Beach and eat out every night.
I saw her make my grandmother cry many times. My niece and I continually asked my grandma why she let her daughter treat her that way? She said she was scared of being alone. And she would make excuses for her and say she must be under a lot of stress. My mom and I would go at it constantly, and finally I asked my niece to go to the brothers with me. We set up a meeting with Bro. Singleton and Bro. Owens. The first meeting, we went alone. I had stopped attending meetings, so I thought sure that if my niece went, being baptized, they would surely listen to her, if not me. HA. Right!
After the first meeting, they decided to have a meeting with my grandma and my mom, my niece and me. I TOLD those idiots that my grandma would not talk to them if my mom was there. Did they listen? NO. The meeting was a joke. My grandma sat there silent while my mom told them what a good daughter she was, and how she never cursed, and SHE took care of her. OMG, I was furious. The elders wife who had always been a friend of mine, came up to me privately later and told me she believed me, but what could she do? She was "only" an elders wife.
Because my mom was a pioneer and had standing in the hall, they believed everything she said. I worked all the time, and had little babies in a small apt. My grandma owned the house. It was the house we grew up in. She did not want to leave, but my next step was out of desperation. I called up my aunt in Maine, who does not like JWS, who has had a feud with my mom for years over this religion. I told her what was going on, and she came and got my grandmother. She packed her up and took her "home" to Maine and that is where she lived until she passed away.
But, she was happy. And the pictures I received were of a beautiful elderly woman with her hair done, new clothes, a huge smile on her face. My aunt took her to the KH whenever she wanted to go. And my grandma was like a new person. This worldly relative, who didn't even go to church.....the one who will be "destroyed" at Armageddon....showed true love.
Miss you, grandma......
Do what you have to do. Take matters into your own hands. I wonder how much abuse like this really goes on within the witnesses? I've heard more stories like this.
