You know Candybear, I had that happen with my Mom, after I moved back when I became sick. She really said and did mean stuff. I could say that it seemed abusive. I was thinking, maybe you should research the YWCA shelter in the area. I had to stay there for my mental health. It got rotten. She was unyealding in a way that caused my thoughts to get muddled and confused, as well as my self esteem to go down lower than a healthy place. I started rapidly going down hill. She must have been passive agressive at that time in her life. We get along great now. It was just that she did not function very well with a 23 year old woman living under her roof that wasn't exhibiting the mirrior immage of perfection of what a BETTER HOME AND GARDENS family affair was supposed to be according to the standards that she thought all of the neighborhood was living in. She exibited craziness, parinoia, and zilch compassion, for she feared what others might say about her daughter , who was not doing as good as their's were. She was acting ashamed of me. The reason she acted that way was because people don't have compassion and they think of their own pleasure lost when they have to take in a guest. If you aren't a royal guest, they are cheap. The word of God states how the finely dressed man was led up to the frontt of the temple and the poorly dressed poorer man was told to sit in the back of the church. Pride happens in families, and it is so stinky. The way I got more well was to rise above it (slowly and on my own howerer way I could do it At the Ywca) and later go back for my own mental health and show Forgiveness to the harming one which was my mom, realizing that anger and stuff will only cause me pain through and through my bones and make my days sick and short, when I could have long life and Joyousness, if I chose to be more adult. ((((((((((Hugs)))))))))))))))