This isn't the daughter I know and raised, Hun. This is her mental illness speaking for her. I'm over my initial rage. It's just so hard to wrap my brain around the fact that she can't remember how we used to be. My mom always applauded me for making my kids so independent and self-sufficient, so I don't know where this "enmeshment" came from. I know it takes two to tango but she won't afford me the opportunity of discussing it, even with a mediator or a T in the room, so I feel my way around in the dark. I'm thinking of just walking out of the dark and stop making mistakes. Just not deal with it anymore. There's ABSOLUTELY NOTHING I could do right, so why try. All I wanted was ONE picture of my mother. Oh, well. There's plenty of those for my wall... just not the best one of her there is.