She lied and manipulated everyone around her and made them feel sorry for her. She took advantage and lied so I would 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 Section 8 housing. She stopped paying the rent and forced me to work full time to pay for everything. After he tried to help her and told her she had to pay rent, she became a completely different person. She turned against the only son who was there for her all these years, the one who helped her get through everything. I knew what I had to do. I ended up kicking her out and she came back to live with my stepfather. I haven't spoken to him since that day. To this day, I still don't know what to believe. Was my grandfather the great man I saw growing up, or was he the abuser and rapist my mother made him out to be? All I know is that I better not hear any more about it from my mother. She may have told the truth, but all the lies and deception she has told makes me not want to believe what she has to say. It makes me not want to trust anyone and just believe in myself. I have become a man who has trouble trusting people, even those closest to him.