As a mother myself, I can understand the temptation to "do right" by your children. However, what is the message you people (enablers) are sending to the other children you may have? The ones who actually go out and thrive in the world.
My brother and myself are at our wits' end with our other 2 sisters. Coming from a family with seemingly endless financial rescources, we both chose to take the road less traveled, we both went out and made lives for ourselves with minimal support from our parents. Not to say that they didn't want to help, but we declined the offers out of the principle of self-sufficiency.
Our other 2 sisters, aged 32 and 20, both seemingly suffer from a crippling sense of entitlement and privledge which disallows them from being able to function in everyday society.
My mom is a wonderful woman who will gladly give you the shirt off her back, and these 2 leeches have jumped onto the gravy train with first class tickets clutched in their fat sweaty palms. She, my mom, pays their rent, utilities, probation fees, traffic tickets, vet bills, groceries, salon trips, hair extensions, car payments, gas, you name it, mom pays it, and they treat her like something they scraped off the bottom of their shoe. It's revolting.
Here is my problem. Basically, the time and energy (no, it's not all about the money) my mom spends on these two grown women, detracts from her health, happiness, freedom and ability to bond with her grandchildren. Recently, upon a visit to my house after I had a miscarriage, my sisters called her incessantly and expressed their anger at her taking the time to come and help me with my 2-year-old, and to nurse me through post-partum. She began having heart palpitation and I had to take her to the ER. She's fine now, but her blood pressure and anxiety are through the roof.
Basically, as an individual from a different side of the same fence, I'm saying that the message her actions are conveying to me is that the squeaky wheel gets the grease, and my accomplishments are minimized and I'd be better off jumping on the gravy train too, before the ride ends. To heck with pride and independence, right mommies?