I thought my mother MIGHT get a clue if I gave her some pamphlet's about BP. It worked for about 30 minutes. Her issue is... well, who knows! But she is the ultimate martyr and within a few breaths she was back to yelling at me and saying "I'd like to go with you to your dr if that's the case..." as if I was lying! If anything, she makes my BP worse. I am using every "coping skill" I have to get me through each day with her. Sometimes it just doesn't work. I've started having the maiming fantasies again- like I did back in late 2004. Of course, they just pass now, instead of intensify. Maybe its the lithium. Maybe its just me realizing what they are. My kids hate her. She thinks that if she buys or gives enough "stuff" that that justifies all the yelling, sarcasm, nastiness, ugly looks... I swear, I should document the faces she makes. She wouldn't do it in public-that should tell you something! Even my 7-year-old was talking about if he won a lot of money. My mom's husband says "you'll pay off our house?" and he says "No. I'll buy my own. Not give you any!"