You don't have the moral obligation to provide care (financial or otherwise) for any other adult. That's the fact. Anything you give is a choice, so you have to choose how to use your time, energy and money. My MIL is in a subsistence situation for a number of reasons and has begged to live with us and put us on guilt trips etc. But we decided we would never give her money. We'll go and fix stuff in her home, we'll connect her with resources and make phone calls for her when she's overwhelmed but she'll never live with me and I will never give her money.
I *used to* be committed to supporting my mom financially.
Then I tried to support her financially and she was a fucking entitled brat about it, and cost me mid 5 figures because she felt entitled to a lifestyle that put her in hundreds of thousands of credit card debt. Now she has no safety net with me. I'm out.
I have found, unsurprisingly, that when people have spent an entire lifetime being financially irresponsible they don't change even when they really have no alternative, and when they are offered a lifeline from someone they will quickly gravitate to expecting more and more and get mad if you even remotely restrict whatsoever.
This really is a hard line for me, and maybe it makes me selfish or heartless, but I refuse to fund another persons past sins at the expense my present and future. Unfortunately we have had too much experience on this front and the conclusion is people just need to be let to fall on their faces to have the "Come to Jesus Moment" and even that has not been enough most of the time.
Need some help fixing someting, a ride somewhere, help with paperwork....no problem!
Need to stay with us for a few weeks to recover from a surgery or whatever.....no problem!
Want to come over for dinner and we will provide/cover it all......no problem!
Paying for your free spending or covering your debts......not happening.
Best Scene ever for for this topic - from Rounders....in fact anybody who is struggling with this issue should watch the scene.
Full Scene
I play for money!
Short Clip
No, I give it to you, I'm wasting it!
Exactly.
Story time for anyone who wants to be pissed off about entitled boomer parents:
The experience of trying to help my parents was so eye opening for me. A lifetime of "bad luck" narrative got seriously reframed when I got inside access to how they've handled their lives, and I realized that while many awful things had happened to them, their circumstances were largely just the product of raging entitlement and irresponsibility.
My mom was diagnosed with MS in her 40s and left the high income corporate world. She wanted to move back home to be close to old friends and family, and her husband moved with her, but they both underestimated how hard it would be for him to learn French and how necessary French was in that region to be employable.
In retrospect, this was entirely predictable, especially for my mom who worked in HR in that region. She knew exactly how unemployable he would be, and she knew exactly how difficult it was for the government employees she staffed in the area to learn professional level French. Her company literally trained staff. She knew she was setting him up for career failure, but she did it anyway and made zero plans to account for it.
He tried and failed various careers, they bought a store and had a massive falling out with their business partner, and then the store never did as well as they had hoped. And on and on.
It sounded like a story of struggle and managing adversity, and working really hard and getting ahead and then being pulled back under by huge waves of misfortune. They always owned a degree of spendy irresponsibility, but always framed it as not being any worse than anyone else.
It was a plausible narrative and my parents always worked so hard, it was believable...until I discovered how bad the debt was and tried to help them out of it.
They started out so incredibly grateful, but it quickly devolved into this petty, bitchy, spiteful, horrible triangulation process where each of them blamed the other for being the difficult one and gaslighting me to be compassionate and patient with the other parent who was struggling with admitting how hard all the change was.
Then it escalated to "you're just trying to stuff us in a condo and wait for us to die!!"
FTR, I was giving them *my* house, and DH and I were buying a smaller, cheaper condo and downsizing
our life and letting them move into our lovely 1500sqft townhouse surrounded by mature trees. We weren't buying a little box to stuff them into. We were offering them a home, location, and lifestyle that had been good enough for us for years.
By the end, my mom would come to MY house, pout and scowl and complain about how shitty it was compared to hers, how nothing would ever be as nice as hers, how I just didn't care, how my lawn wasn't even big enough to have a proper garden. She would come into my home and shit all over it.
All the while she had a quarter million in credit card debt and no income. But I was the bad guy trying to ruin her life. Me. The person offering to downsize to a 1 bedroom apartment so that she could have a great, safe, affordable place to live, with waaaaay below market value rent for the rest of her life.
Suddenly all of their narrative around their misfortunes stopped making sense. Yes, some bad things happened to them, but bad things happen to a lot of people who don't end up in mortgage sized credit card debt. And these are people who made a lot of money over the years. How did every single money decision they made turn out poorly? How did they never prepare for any possible challenges?
How did they
always lose money on the houses they bought? How did they always lose money on their businesses? How did they always seem to be hit with unexpected, massive tax bills?
I had spent most of my adult life as a student and just didn't understand much about personal finance. I had never made money, so I didn't have the ability to see a financial big picture. I was in the process of paying off my own mortgage sized debt at the time, so I wasn't super judgemental about what they were claiming was business debt that had gotten out of control.
But then I saw the insane entitlement and complete lack of accountability. I saw that they were willing to attack and fuck over their own child to defend their right to indulge themselves. After it all blew up and cost me 40K, which she had never acknowledged or apologized for, I basically didn't speak to her for a year.
Thankfully, she had a catastrophic brain bleed and lost a fifth of her brain a few years later. I say thankfully because she had a miraculous recovery and is basically fine, she's truly a living miracle. But she seems to have lost the part of her brain that made her such an entitled little shitface. By the time she went back home, it seemed like absolute common sense to her that they had to sell the huge house on the massive acreage.
It took severe, massive brain damage for her to become a much more reasonable, much less entitled person. It's actually pretty great.
But she's still not my problem. My little brother and SIL have a spare bedroom reserved for our parents now if they ever need it. I tapped out of that role and will never tap back in.
Not my circus, not my fucking monkeys.