She lied and manipulated everyone around her and made them feel sorry for her. She took advantage of it and lied to get me to stay and help her. I knew I could no longer trust what my mother said. I finally saw the real woman she was when we lived together. I had rented a house to help her acquire her housing in section 8. She stopped paying rent and forced me to work full time to pay for everything. After trying to help her and telling her she had to pay rent, she became a completely different person. She turned to the only son who had been there for her all these years, the one who helped her through everything. I knew what I had to do. I eventually kicked her out of the house and she went back to live with my stepfather. I haven't spoken to her since that day. To this day I still don't know what to believe. Was my grandfather the great man I saw as a child, or was he the abuser and rapist my mother made him out to be? All I know is that it's best to never hear about it from my mother again. He may have told the truth, but all the lies and deceptions he has told make me not want to believe anything he has to say. It makes me want to not trust anyone and only believe in myself. I became a man who had trouble trusting people, even those he was closest to