That's one of those things I can't do anything about so I stopped thinking about it. My issue with her is the way she behaves and treats me - none of the past bullcrap or anything like that, it's all in the present and ongoing. I explained it to her once, and she chose to twist it and make herself the victim. Nothing I can do, so now I don't think about her anymore.
That's pretty much where I'm at. I surpressed the crap from my childhood, and every once in a while a scab gets picked and something bubbles up, but now it makes my understand why I am the way I am instead of making me resentful.
There's enough about the way she acts that makes me not want to go too far to repair the relationship, but she's the one who essentially cut me off. She was playing the "woe is me, give me pity" game, and I refused to go along with it. She called me evil and hung up, and has only talked to me once since. I think she bounces between being ashamed of her behavior during periods of lucidity, and her self pitying victim crap.
The weird thing is, she was playing the victim over something that should have made her ecstatic. My dad's family had blamed her for my brother's disability for 46 years, and apparently she also blamed herself. One day he was walking out of a store (he does use crutches) and next thing he knew he was in an ambulance. He had had a seizure. They did a CAT scan for the first time, and found nothing to cause the seizure, but they did find the cause of his disability - hydrocephalus had done the damage when he was an infant.
There was nothing she could have done to have caused or prevented his brain damage. The technology did not exist to detect this in 1963, and he didn't exhibit any of the classic signs. Even if they had detected it the treatment back then was so dangerous that he may have ended up worse off or dead.
You would think that after carrying around guilt for 46 years, then suddenly being relieved of that, someone would feel immense relief. Not her. This ahd been such an integral part of her self pity that she could not let it go. She lashed out at my dad because the Air Force hadn't found it. And when I would not join her in her self pity, anger, and blaming my dad, she cut off contact.
My earliest memories are of her insanity. She is what she is, and it will not change. I have stopped hoping she will suddenly get help and become sane.
Nomo, sorry to hijack this with mommy crap, but at least it's better than the Lance fighting, IS damning us to hell, or Dip#### pretending he has a brain.