And I thought I was the only one who compared my mother to Jabba the Hutt...

I dreaded Christmas, especially after my daughter was born. That was when Mom would email or call for the annual "what do you want" spiel. Other than that it was strict no contact, up until shortly before she died. She didn't even understand it when I told her not to come help after my child's birth, because it would've meant me taking care of two people instead of two taking care of one. She wanted to do what she wanted to do until it finally killed her. I'm just glad she didn't take me or my daughter with her.

So yeah, me too.