Am I wrong for not letting my mother stay with us?

You have to read this. I have 2 young children and a fiance. I have been out of my mother's home for ten years (since high school). A few years ago, the building that she was living in, went into foreclosure and they all had to leave. She ended up staying with a "friend" who ended up putting her items on the curb. Dead wrong for that. Then she stayed with me for about 2 months until she found an apartment and job.

After a year or so, she then was going through an eviction (45 days) so I referred her to a place that would pay half your rent but you have to do something for the city like 2 hours a week. She didn't want to do that. I also applied for food stamps in which she didn't want to go and get it. I know right. Smh. Then we were looking up sublets or rooms for rent. She was too picky. She finally got evicted and I referred her to the shelter. She got mad at me but I kept trying to help her and she kept being picky because she wanted to stay with me. Then she stayed with a crazy "family member" who went crazy and she left.

Now, prior to the eviction, she got into a car accident in which she got a $25000 settlement. So with that money, instead of her getting a better car and apartment after she left his house, she spent it on hotels. Here's the good part. She says she refuse to get another apartment and she's waiting on God to give her a house. Smh. Now I believe in God as well but He doesn't want us to make stupid decisions. We went looking for houses to buy before all her funds were gone but her budget was low and her standards were too high. Now, aint nothing wrong with setting standards but you have to start somewhere and get in where you fit in.

Now that all her funds are gone, she's back at square one. It's selfish for her to do that because she wants someone to worry about her. She says she doesn't need sympathy but she knows people care. She wants things done her way instead of the realistic way. A lot of people tried to convince her to get an apartment and she refused. Now she's on the streets. I tried to get food stamps. She didn't want to go there and make sure they're on top of the job. When she was working, she could have got rid of that old busted car and got a new one but no she want to keep it and now the car is damn near gone. It's 18 years old. I just can't and she makes me feel bad but thats how you decide to live your life.