Sorry, this is a long one, but if you're into stories about abusive, crazy women, here's a good one. It's difficult for me to post this, even using a throwaway, because I'm ashamed of how angry I am and how much hatred I feel, but here goes.

My mom is a mentally unstable drug addict (pills, amphetamines, pot, alcohol, basically anything she could get her hands on). I was mainly brought up by my great-grandmother, while my grandmother was off being a strong, independant womyn. At some point, my grandmother decided she wanted to live on the Gulf Coast, so she convinced my great-grandmother to move seven hours away and be her roommate. They lived together for almost twenty years (in a house purchased by my great-grandmother because my grandmother had ruined her own credit) while I pretty much finished raising myself and my two little sisters. During that time, my mom's abuse escalated resulting in me and both my sisters basically running away from home (I went to a state-funded boarding school for gifted high schoolers and then moved in with a friend right after graduating), my dad (who has always worked out of town my entire life) divorcing her after she refused to stop riding the CC, and becoming involved with various abusive guys who were able to provide drugs. The one that broke the camel's back so to speak was an illegal who actually worked as a laborer for my dad. My dad threatened to divorce his tramp wife, so my mom decided to "one-up" him and filed for divorce herself. She ended up getting his entire 401k and half the proceeds from the sale of the house my father had built for her by the way. Token AWALT.

I cut off communication with her for several years, and during that time became closer to my grandmother while visiting my great-grandmother, who I'd always been very close and had a great relationship with. However, my grandmother was not a nice person, and in part was probably the reason my mom turned out the way she did. All her kids turned out to be mentally unstable drug addicts. My grandmother started leaning on me very heavily for emotional support because her own kids hated her, and she openly admitted to hating them too. Long story short, for ten years I visited my grandmother and great-grandmother every other weekend, despite them living almost four hours away.

At one point my grandmother had an accident at her job, which resulted in her suing the company and getting a settlement. She offered me 35k from her settlement as a loan to buy a foreclosed home, which I accepted. There was no paperwork for this loan, and on the same day she gave me the money (in cash), she made me a primary on all her bank accounts because she said if anything happened to her, she wanted to make sure my mom didn't have access to any of her money.

A couple of years passed, and slowly my grandmother became more and more addicted to the pain medications she'd been prescribed after her accident,and her behavior became more and more ugly and abusive. She had to have a knee replacement, and asked me to stay in the hospital with her, which I did. For whatever reason, right after her surgery she drank half a bottle of magnesium (an old-fashioned laxative), and shit all over herself. Instead of calling a nurse, she insisted I clean her. She always seemed to enjoy doing things that she knew would put a deep emotional strain on me, such as constantly talking shit about my sisters, my mom, my dad, my relationships, basically trolling me. She seemed to enjoy trolling me until I would literally start crying, then she would act sweet and say, "Oh, did I upset you? I didn't mean to." She actually ended up having a second knee replacement, and once again asked me to stay in the hospital with her and once again made me wipe her ass and change her like a giant obese baby. I put up with all this to help take the strain off my great-grandmother.

Cut to about half a year ago: My grandmother's son (my uncle) probably killed himself by jumping in front of a semi. He was homeless and a heroin addict. My grandmother asked me to travel half-way across the country to be an emotional support for her, so I caught a red-eye that night. The next morning, I called my grandmother to find out where she was and get a ride but she said no. I could tell she was reeeeally stoned on the pain meds, but I did have sympathy for her because her estranged son had just died so I got an Airbnb. That night, my great-grandmother called and told me my grandmother had over-dosed on her pain meds then called my great-grandmother threatening suicide, and was now in the hospital. I went straight to the hospital and she made it clear that I was her next of kin and had all legal rights to her treatment. Even though overdosing on percocet is really not that big of a deal as far as recovery goes (basically just sleep it off and stay hydrated), she really milked it and made me and my great-grandmother wait on her hand and foot for almost a week, including making me change her like a baby, and acted like she was dying. This put a huge straing on my great-grandmother, almost ninety years old. After nearly a week, I begged my great-grandma to leave the hospital and go get some rest. She hadn't even left to change clothes or shower during this ordeal. Finally she relented, and as she was leaving the hospital, she turned to me and for the first time in my entire life said something in complaint: She said, "My daughter is going to kill me."

Very early the next morning, my great-grandmother had a major stroke. While staying in the hospital with her daughter, she'd been neglecting to take medication she'd been prescribed which was supposed to prevent a stroke. She nearly died, and was left paralyzed in half her body. She was brought to the same hospital my grandmother was in, and for almost twelve hours I split my time between them, an hour downstairs in ICU with my great-grandmother, half an hour upstairs in the regular ward with grandma, who was negotiating her release with her doctors. Despite her performance earlier, she was perfectly healthy to discharge physically, but the doctors were concerned about her mentally. Because of the circumstances however, they relented and discharged her. As a condition of her release, she promised me she would stay with me at the hospital with her mother. Because she was now a discharge, she had prescriptions that had to be filled. The pharmacy was a mile from the hospital, so I left briefly to go get the prescriptions filled for her, leaving my grandmother with my great-grandmother.

When I got back to the hospital, my grandmother was acting extremely manic. She insisted that she was leaving the hospital. I begged her to stay and not leave me alone with my dying great-grandmother (barely conscious, having body tremors every ten minutes, seemingly in a lot of pain), but she didn't care. She just left.

That night something in me just snapped. I decided I was done with my grandmother. No more waiting on her hand and foot, no more emotional support. The most she would ever get from me ever again was a monthly payment. The next morning my great-uncle arrived. One thing that sticks in my mind is a doctor coming in and asking for my great-grandmother's insurance card. My grandmother started flinging cards out of my great-grandmother's wallet with a terrible attitude, and said, "Here's her body donor card," and literally threw the card toward the doctor. Meanwhile my great-grandmother, fully awake, is trying to point to her wallet so she can point out exactly where her insurance card is.

A day later I flew 1300 miles home after making my great-uncle promise to stay with his mother until she could go home. I had to get back to my job. My grandmother went home a few days later. My great-grandmother spent the next month in a stroke rehab until she was finally able to return home. My great-uncle kept his promise and stayed with her until she completed rehab, sending me daily updates on her condition, but understandably after being away from his own home for a month, he had to get back. I'd like to note that during the month she was in rehab, my grandmother thought that was the perfect time to get a new puppy.

Keep in mind my great-grandmother is almost ninety years old. She has had a major stroke. A month of rehab really wasn't shit. She was still paralyzed on half her body. So when she came home, I figured she would have at least a part-time nurse there to take care of her, but no. The excuse I was given was, "We can't afford it." But I knew that was bullshit, because I knew my grandmother's insurance would pay for at least part-time care. Also, I was making $500 a month payments on my loan, which I knew was considered extra income that my grandmother would always spend on stupid shit like a puppy or a new Christmas tree - why not use that money to help with the cost, if there supposedly was one?

Well, the real reason was because a couple years ago, my great-grandmother's doctor had told my grandmother (a chain smoker) she couldn't smoke around my grandmother anymore due to her health. Of course my selfish grandmother disregarded that, and continued to smoke in the house. So she refused to hire a nurse to care for her paralyzed mother because it was winter, and she didn't want to have to make changes to her own lifestyle to accommodate her mother's failing health. When I'd visit, I refused to speak to this disgusting cow, but she'd plant herself wherever me and my great-grandmother were and try and make things as awkward as possible. Meanwhile her puppy would bite at my half-paralyzed great-grandmother's feet to the point that her socks were torn up and had holes in them, and shit and piss all over the place because my obese grandmother didn't train it or take it on walks. All of this really broke my heart, but there was nothing I could do, because after all, I'm just the great-grandson.

My mom actually stepped up to the plate, half-way cleaned herself up, and moved in with them temporarily to care for my great-grandmother, and about a month after that, she called me and told me to get down there: My great-grandmother was dying, and she was asking for me. I got the most well-deserved speeding ticket ever getting my ass down there in record time, and I was the last person to speak to her before she slipped away. She basically told me her final wishes: She wanted my mom to have her vehicle and savings. She wanted me to have everything in the house (which I turned down, telling her she'd already given me too much over the years, and let my sisters have everything - jewelry, antique furniture, furs and such), and she wanted my great-uncle to have the house. She told me, "My daughter gets NOTHING." We talked about old times, then she went to sleep and never woke up again. I learned later that she'd basically chosen to die by refusing to eat since the weekend before. It was my mom who forced my grandmother to call in a hospice nurse, because my great-grandmother didn't have the energy to get to the bathroom anymore even with my mom's help, and my mom didn't have the physical strength to carry her. My mom didn't want her to lay there dying in her own waste, but my grandmother would rather she die soaking in her own waste than have a nurse come. My mom apparently threatened to kill my grandmother if she didn't let the nurse come.

My great-grandmother was an extremely healthy person - never drank or smoke, had a very healthy diet all her life. It's my opinion that she might have lived with full mobility until the age of 100 or longer IF she hadn't skipped her stroke meds that week while in the hospital with her daughter. I didn't live with them. I had no idea my grandmother was prescribed this medication. You know who did though? Her daughter. But did her daughter ever once say, "Mother, you need to take your meds?" No, she didn't. Not only that, she basically abused my great-grandmother after she returned home. Even though my great-grandmother lived to the age of ninety, it is my opinion that my grandmother killed her with her selfishness.

I hate her so much. In fact, I've never felt this level of hatred for anything or anybody, not even my drug-addict mother who was used to beat me and verbally abuse me every day when I was a child and destroyed our family for drugs and to ride the CC. It is my desire that my grandmother dies miserable and alone in a medicaid nursing home. I've visited them many times before for various reasons, so I know they're mostly real shit holes. That's what she deserves. I talked to my mother on the phone last night, and I could tell she was back on amphetamines and tried to make me feel sorry for her, basically gearing up to ask me to let her move in with me. Honestly if I could, I'd disappear and go to a place these people could never find me. I don't want to pay another dollar to my grandmother, because I want to force her into a nursing home faster. I know there would be no legal repercussions to this (because there was never any written agreement, and even her withdrawing the money makes it look like a gift, because she added me as a primary on all her accounts the same day), but I know that's the "wrong" thing to do.

I've also learned that she may be trying to sue the trucking company associated with my uncle's death (a likely suicide), despite abandoning him and having no relationship with him whatsover (they hadn't spoken to each other in at least two years at the time of his death).

I'm literally so angry, I know I probably need therapy to deal with a lifetime of bullshit. I cry every time I think about my great-grandmother or someone mentions her. She didn't have a funeral or even an obituary and she deserved so much better. I always dreamed of making enough money to afford to send her on an Alaskan cruise, a dream of hers, but I never accomplished that. I published my first novel a few weeks before she passed, but I never told her because I knew she'd feel bad that she couldn't read it.

Anyway, I've been mgtow for a couple years now, but I need advice on going mgtow from my mom and grandmother. I do feel bad for my mom for having such a fucked up mother herself, but at the same time, I definitely do not want her moving in with me. She has a drug problem, she's abused me in the past, and she's mentally unstable, probably has borderline personality disorder. She's even robbed me. I don't need anyone's pity, I'm financially successful, have a great job, etc., I just don't know how to deal with these women who have physically, verbally, and emotionally abused me my entire life. Again, part of me wants to just stop paying my grandmother, change my phone number so my mom can't bother me anymore, and use the money for therapy or something. I know it's as easy as just saying no, but I feel guilty about that because I feel that a real man pays his debts. The amount I owe her would equal about $3000 for every time I had to wipe her ass. Any advice would be appreciated. What would you do?