Forgot to mention: When we got told that we had three weeks to find a house and move out, my mum took on the attitude of “oh well, no big deal” – seriously.. my mum is only 47 so its not like she is incapable of sorting her own shit out. so i yell and scream at her saying “this is no joke, do you not realise that you will be homeless in 3 weeks?” so she goes to my dads house – where he lives with his drop kick jobless hobo alcoholic friends – and tells him what is going on and his response to that was “Well, you CAN’T come live here because you dont even like my friends” a.k.a I don’t want you to live with me because I secretly hate you, so she ends up with having no where she can go – fyi: she couldn’t just go to the bank for a quick little loan becaus she is a hopeless pokie machine addict (which is why the now ex-family home became my aunties house) who cannot even see a $2 coin sitting around without sneaking off to the pub to waste it in the machines in the idiotic hope it will magically make her life better – then she starts trying to jump on my bandwagon, I tell her rudely & bluntly “I do not want you living with me because you cannot control your addiction so I can’t rely on you to pay your part of the rent every week” – which btw is 100% true and she knows it because I have seen her do it before, twice. “… and It should be YOUR responsibility as a parent to look after your kids when they need it not the other way around…”
So after that whenver I ask her “have you started to sort your shit out? Because you’re not coming to live with me” she starts with this outrageously in denial attitude of “i’ll just go live on (family friends” couch until I find something” – fyi: the first time she fucked the family home up my father & brother moved to rotorua with the foolish idea that buying a house with a 100% mortgage will work on the wages that people in rotorua get paid on (mum was supposed to follow once she had fufilled her contract at work) and she stayed at my brothers friends mums house in the spare room “until she found something”.
in the 6 months she lived there she did not ONCE look for an alternative and she did not tell anyone she secretly renewed her contract and did not ONCE attempt to look for another job in rotorua – so they booted her out & thats how she ended up at her cousins house for the second time in her life, also resulting the loss of the newly 100% mortgage fmily home because of her failure to follow the plan of attack…
… My blood boils with emotions ranging from anger to suprise, disbelief to shock, but mainly just pure embarrassment – remember this is the family friends that once posed the question to me “Oh, has your Mum caught up on the rent yet?” I replied “hmm?? Dont know what youre talking about?” they go on to tell me about how my mum gave them a big sob story on how behind she was because of her husbands drinking etc… (excuses galore) and asked if she could BORROW $400 to pay the rent. I call the landlord to find out whats going on and he tells me that the rent was never behind 
– embarrassment at the fact that she is completely oblivious to the fact that they can see straight through her facade of “the vicitm”, shame
So I go on another yelling spree telling her how ridiculous she is being and that once again, she is not coming to live with me because all her dramatic shit will then become my problem! argh!
the next day I get a call from the land lord saying the house is mine if I want it – so with mum having no where she could possibly go I had no choice but to let her come with me
Had hoped to start part two but needto get back to work… the saga will continue…