Long story short, I'm the executor of my grandfather's estate. He owned a red 2001 mustang (rebuilt title, uninsurable but driveable). Anyway. After he died my mother had the keys. When the legal issues were getting under way the lawyer said park all the cars in his name. No driving them. You can't get insurance because you don't own them, etc. I let my mother keep the keys for emergencies (she's been caring for my two young cousins since they're grandfather, her uncle, died). Anyway, I knew she was using it for work, and I let it slide. Then last month the tags expired. We can't renew them for the same reason we can get insurance.
Anyway, I told her to park the car. She refused, and I let it slide. She disappeared for a couple of weeks and I demanded the keys. She refused and I let all the air out of the tires. She found a way around that. I was at this point considering calling the lawyer and asking if I should report it stolen (as she was still disappearing for days at a time).
So, tonight I'm coming home (she lives next door and I have to pass her place to get to mine) I see the car in the ditch on the side of the road. I parked my car and went to investigate. The car door was open, the keys were gone, and it didn't seem to be hung up (shallow ditch, thankfully). I didn't notice any damage.
I went and knocked on her door and find her drunk out of her mind, barely knowing who I am. I managed to get the keys from her, managed with a little burning rubber to get the car out of the ditch, and parked it in my driveway. Then I took her purse to her, along with some other personal effects after locking the car up and keeping the keys.
She won't be getting it back again. Period. I'll have the bitch arrested first. I hate my mother, and tonight is just one of many, many, many events that justifies that hate.
Thank you, and goodnight.
Edited to say: I just had to call the county Sheriff's Office on my mother. She came knocking on my door saying she couldn't sleep at home, that she wanted to sleep here and wanted me to go over there. Fucking crazy. I told her to get lost, to leave me alone. Then she starts in on how I'm stealing from my brother and sisters and stealing their inheritance money when I have to account for every penny of it to the probate court. I threated to have her arrested if she doesn't get off my porch and out of my yard. She stands there daring me to do just that yelling the whole time about how I'm stealing. I go inside and hope she'll leave. Instead she starts beating on my walls and windows and yelling even more. So that's when I made the call. I'm at wits end. I need sleep. I need her away.
Anyway, I told her to park the car. She refused, and I let it slide. She disappeared for a couple of weeks and I demanded the keys. She refused and I let all the air out of the tires. She found a way around that. I was at this point considering calling the lawyer and asking if I should report it stolen (as she was still disappearing for days at a time).
So, tonight I'm coming home (she lives next door and I have to pass her place to get to mine) I see the car in the ditch on the side of the road. I parked my car and went to investigate. The car door was open, the keys were gone, and it didn't seem to be hung up (shallow ditch, thankfully). I didn't notice any damage.
I went and knocked on her door and find her drunk out of her mind, barely knowing who I am. I managed to get the keys from her, managed with a little burning rubber to get the car out of the ditch, and parked it in my driveway. Then I took her purse to her, along with some other personal effects after locking the car up and keeping the keys.
She won't be getting it back again. Period. I'll have the bitch arrested first. I hate my mother, and tonight is just one of many, many, many events that justifies that hate.
Thank you, and goodnight.

Edited to say: I just had to call the county Sheriff's Office on my mother. She came knocking on my door saying she couldn't sleep at home, that she wanted to sleep here and wanted me to go over there. Fucking crazy. I told her to get lost, to leave me alone. Then she starts in on how I'm stealing from my brother and sisters and stealing their inheritance money when I have to account for every penny of it to the probate court. I threated to have her arrested if she doesn't get off my porch and out of my yard. She stands there daring me to do just that yelling the whole time about how I'm stealing. I go inside and hope she'll leave. Instead she starts beating on my walls and windows and yelling even more. So that's when I made the call. I'm at wits end. I need sleep. I need her away.
Family, my motto is..."we don't get to pick them, so we don't have to see them."
Uh, yup! That's pretty much how we live here...we both have crazy family too!!
Sorry that you are having such a hard time with your Mom hun! It's stressful to have to be your parents parent