EHell, let me finally tell you the story of the crazy that is my family.
This story stars my aunt, who lost her job after divorcing her alcoholic husband, and moved in with my mom for a couple of months to get back on her feet. A couple of months has turned into nearly four years, during which she's gotten and lost about a dozen jobs. Somehow she hasn't connected "calling in sick constantly" with "being fired", so despite the fact that she's been hired for several pretty well paying jobs in her field, she hasn't kept one for more than a couple of months at a time. My mother has been financially supporting her through all of this, helping pay bills and paying for the prescription medicine my aunt takes.
So, the medicine. The medicine is a pretty big issue because it ramps up my aunt's crazy, which does not help with the job issue. Sometimes she's out of it to the point where no one can understand her, and she once got lost in the bathroom while the power was out. She made friends with the drug addicts living with their grandmother across the street, and made the mistake of telling them all about her meds. This got our house broken into. Twice. Despite the fact that they know my father is a police officer. This was the last straw for my dad, and he snapped like a twig and ran her out of the house in a non-EHell approved way. She has now moved into my grandmother's house.
My mom is currently mostly living with my grandmother because my grandmother is 90 and broke her hip in May, and my mom is a nurse. My dad was over there a lot too until him being gone so much led to an increase in drug addict neighbor activity (they're now almost all in jail). My aunt being at my grandmother's has upset the routine my mom had got working. My grandmother feels like she no longer has any privacy (my mom works nights, so she would sleep during the day between appointments and such so my grandmother could still feel kind of like she lived alone), and my aunt takes offence to everything making everyone feel like they have to walk on eggshells around her.
My aunt and my mom had a huge fight right after my grandmother broke her hip. My mom was taking care of her during the day and working at night, so she was beyond exhausted. My aunt was kind of hanging on to a job that paid pretty well, but she decided that she needed some surgery to test for something. It wasn't an emergency, and taking that time off would cause her to lose her job, so my mom asked her to wait for a better time to do it. My aunt snapped and called my mother a cold hearted Female Dog, and brought up the fact that my mom never had contact with their biological mother (who my mom did not remember from childhood and did not seek out as an adult. She considered my grandmother to be her mother) before she died. If I wasn't 7,000 miles away, this would have been my last straw and I would have ran her out myself (this happened about four months before the break ins). How could anyone say that to the person who's been supporting them and giving them a place to live for four years?
My mom is no longer paying my aunts bills, but doesn't have the heart to totally run her out. But she's stressing everyone out and putting a huge strain on my parents marriage. My brother and I no longer live at home, so I think we can be the bad guys. It will most likely be my brother because I won't be there until after Christmas. We need a way to tell her to leave now and never come back
without resorting to the plan my brother has codenamed Naked Thanksgiving.