I don't even think she could afford any type of assisted living. She went through all of her savings bailing out AM from one crisis after another. This is just so hard. I haven't done anything yet, so I'm at least content in knowing that I didn't jump the gun and do something I'd later regret. She has a home church, but no one will take her or pick her up to go. I used to be her driver when I lived at home. I'm now on the other side of the country.
I'm usually so strong when she's angry with me or begging me to let AM talk to or see the kids. But now that she's making positive changes, I'm a pile of guilt-ridden mush. Bah. Keeping the status quo definitely seems easier some days!