I rarely ask my mother for anything, mainly because the cost is usually too high. I even hesitated to ask her to babysit my daughter when she was younger. She did it twice that I can remember and complained how ill-mannered my daughter was for weeks after. This was the child that everyone complimented on her good manners, except my mother. The last time I asked my mother for money, I was in my early teens. Sadly, circumstances have caught up with me and I'm flat broke -- broke to the point of looking at being homeless. So, I broke down and called my mother for help. She has the funds. This is not something that would have hurt her financially and I would have paid it back. I truly cannot believe her response. I'm stunned, hurt, shocked. Since I dared move to Florida with my daughter and didn't even offer to have her come with us, I made my bed and I can lie in it. I always knew she was selfish but .... Then, she went on and offered to pay for me (sans my child) to move back home. The fact that movng back would cost around $10K is okay compared to the $2K I asked to borrow (not give, mind you, BORROW). The fact that I'm basically signing my own death sentence if I come back is irrelevant. I'm at a loss. I expected many things from her -- up to a contract to pay the funds back but I truly didn't expect a flat out refusal. Sometimes I wonder if I really came out of her womb. I've never been that hateful or selfish. I've been a good daughter. No real problems in my teens. Straight As, full scholarship, the whole nine yards. I don't get it. What did I do to deserve a mother who cares so little? Something tells me it will be a long, long time before I talk to her again. She's lost me as a daughter. Sorry, to whine to you guys. I just had to talk to someone and there's no way I could tell my friends or neighbors here what's going on in my life right now.