Leed, I see what you're saying here, but this isn't just a one time thing. My mother doesn't want anything to do with any or her daughters--unless she wants to be taken out for dinner. We have all gone out of our way for her but she still rants and raves and lies to everyone that we don't do anything for her.

She is, and has been, a raging drunk my whole life and even before that; I had to steal clothes because my mother was too drunk to even know I needed them. She was always punishing me for stuff she knew my brother did because she "loved him too much." I was being sexually abused right under her nose, but she was too drunk to even notice or care. When I was 16, my oldest sister finally confronted my mom about my step father sexually abusing me---but guess who had to move out??!! ME!!! Because now I was competition!

She was always trying to steal my oldest sisters boyfriends, and made her the slave of the house. She has also made it clear to all of us (except my younger brother) that she wished that we were all aborted--except my youngest brother. She was very clear that she wanted him, but the rest of us made her life miserable! This is just a tiny small percent of the abuse and neglect we grew up with. So I would say being a few days late on a birthday card hardly compares to the hell she put us through.

(p.s. Yes I do know what it's like to have my birthday forgotten. Even when my sisters and I don't forget her, she still carries on about awful we are.)