People with psychopath parents, what’s the craziest thing they’ve ever done?

The Courtroom Meltdown and Final Divorce

I did press charges on my mother for stalking me and trying to frame me. I didn’t want to spend much time in court because that meant being near her. The events I’m about to describe are half from me and half from my dad.

To start off with, my dad actually didn’t know that my crazy mother had taken a flight to my state to stalk me. She claimed to him that she was just going to take a small vacation away from everyone for her own mental health. She never said where she was going. My poor dad didn’t know what she was about to do, or he’d have warned me.

My mother then spent several days secretly following me and my girlfriend around with her smartphone. She used the spare key we kept hidden inside of a fake rock to get into the house we were living in at the time. She then photographed everything she could.

After she returned home, my dad said she looked really smug about something. He described it as the kind of look someone has when they think they’ve won. She seemed unusually happy and giddy until police came and arrested her on Christmas.

Dad said she was bawling her eyes out and saying she didn’t do anything wrong as she was being carted out by the cops. The evidence against her was clear. All of the photos were found on her phone. My dad quickly realized what she’d done.

The call my mother made to claim I was selling was even made from her own smartphone. The call was recorded and was very much traced back to her phone quite easily. When my mother was confronted with the evidence, my dad said she just started crying and begging.

When she refused to get up from the table, the police had to move her. Dad said she just totally went limp and refused to cooperate. No one bailed her out of jail either; she had to use her own money to get herself out.

Dad said she wanted to call me to beg. I guess in a rare moment of clarity she figured out there was no way in hell I’d bail her out after what she did. So she spent a while locked up before finally using her own money to get out.

She didn’t try to run. In fact, she firmly believed herself to be justified in what she’d done. She felt like she could sway a judge to her point of view. Her lawyer advised she just plead guilty, so she fired him and said she’d represent herself.

Well, that went about as well as you can imagine. She was in court faster than I thought. My girlfriend and I had to fly over to testify against my mother. I only stayed as long as they needed me, and I was on the first flight I could get back.

While I was there, my mother seemed to stare at me almost constantly. The stares ranged from her creepy pleading look to absolute rage. When my mother took the stand, she gave a speech about why she believed she was right.

She believed I needed to be taught a lesson for refusing to come home and for putting some woman before her. She claimed she should have been the only woman I’d ever need. She also tried to keep staring at me the entire time she was making this speech. The judge repeatedly told her not to do that.

I left before the sentencing. The judge believed my mother to be mentally unwell. When he stated this, she went off on him that she was completely sane. Of course, that just made her look more crazy. She said she was just a mother looking out for her son and did what she had to do to teach me a lesson.

My dad spoke up and said if she was really looking out for me, she wouldn’t have tried to make her own son into her second husband or frame me for stuff I didn’t do.

That made her go off on him, and guards had to keep them apart. The judge was originally going to be more lenient on my mother but decided she needed some real time behind bars. He sentenced her to two years in prison.

When she was sentenced, my mother went full toddler and had a tantrum of pounding her fists and crying like a baby. She had to be carried out of the courtroom because she refused to cooperate again.

My dad described the next two years without her there as being absolute bliss. He made up his mind that he’d be ready to divorce her as soon as she was out. He meant giving her the papers on the very day she came home. That was the same day he left that house for good.

He owns an Airstream trailer and parked it at a friend’s house. From there, he spent months fighting my crazy mother in the divorce. That’s when more crazy about her came out. My dad eventually won and moved to my state with his trailer as soon as he could.

While my mother was in lockup, I reconnected with my family. They all admitted they’d known for years the way she was around me. They were sorry about not doing anything to help, especially my father. He cried while giving me a huge apology over the phone. He filed for divorce after my mother was released from jail.

In the divorce, my mother got the house, mainly because my father no longer wanted it. He agreed to let her have his share in it in exchange for a clean split. The court ruled he didn’t have to pay any alimony anyway because they were already both retired. He chose to move closer to me and now lives in the same state out of an Airstream trailer he’d already owned since the ’90s along the west coast.

He said he spends his evenings sipping tea and watching the waves and he couldn’t be happier. My mother didn’t take the divorce well and tried to draw it out. Several family members came forward with witness statements. My sisters all showed up to speak about what she was really like. Some relatives even had some recordings about the creepy things my mom used to say.

On top of all that, it got out that my mother had not only cheated on my father but done so multiple times with different men. A few of which came forward during the divorce with proof. The judge ended up refusing to let my mother draw out the divorce any longer. Even her lawyer told her to let it go if she wanted to keep her pension intact.

When it was all over, my mother has basically been left alone in the old family home. Hardly anyone wants anything to do with her anymore. She’s reached out to me on several occasions, but I just told her this was the result of her own deeds.

I told her now she’d have to live with it.

She tried to say she was getting therapy.

I told her that she should have done that a long time ago and I really didn’t care anymore.

She can’t undo the things she’d already done. She just cried and hung up the phone. I haven’t spoken to her since.