My mom and I don't have much of a relationship. Without going into too much detail, living at home was getting to be too much, I couldn't stand the fighting, the blame, the emotional instability; I'm convinced it was exasperating issues of my own and was part the reason I couldn't do anything. So I left four months ago.

My mother has been a wreck ever since, and all her doctors agree its my fault.

Within a week of my leaving she was on anxiety medication. A month ago she called her therapist to get talked out of suicide. She resumed drinking (something she and her doctors agreed was my fault, it's the only way she could cope with my presence and issues) and had a few minor depressive episodes. Yet she would call me every day, sometimes my phone would be going off every 10 or 20 minutes for a couple hours; last week I got in a little trouble for yelling in the hallway - I was trying to explain something to her and flew into a rage when she didn't get it ( a habit that started shortly before I left).

She called me constantly, tries to advise and criticize me and threatens to get involved in my life, yet tells me I'm killing her with worry. She'd be calling me a cocksucking ***** one day and be crying in fear for me a few days later. I left to get away from this.

The fact that she cut off my phone service a few days ago is a blessing... though I should really take care of reinstating that. I need that phone to find jobs.

But I got an email this morning asking me to for my schedule to set up doctor's appointments - she's my transport, or was, since I can afford bus fare now. Yet in this message she basically told me how bad she's doing, how many appointments she has lined up, and how everyone hates me now for doing this to her and being such a screwup.

I guess I don't know what to make of this.