Conversation this morning between me and Mom. Surprisingly I am not crying, probably because the Cymbalta is kicking in.

She had bought my son a shirt for his birthday and I thought I'd stop by and get it.
Me: "I can stop by to get the shirt."

Mom: "OK. That'll save me the trip. I was going to bring it to R's (my husband's) work."

Me: "I'll come by, but I don't know how I'm not going to fight with you. I am so angry and hurt. You call me a f***n b***h and you are completely unappologetic"

"I'm sorry you feel that way. I had to call you those names, just like I had to lay into my granddaughter because she got on my nerves (she screamed at her through the airport b**ch, retard, brat, moron, punk, loser...). My granddaughter got over it (she didn't really) and so will you. People say things when they're mad, that's just the way it is. You told me 'my mother is dead' and 'nothing will kill you' are you forgetting that?" (I said those things in a different context as a reaction to her 'disowning' me and she is twisting my words)

Me: "I will not get over it and it is not OK. You are not going to turn this around. I really can't even have any relationship with you."

Mom: "We haven't had any relationship anyway ever since the airplane/wedding incident last year."

"Really?"

"Yes."

We have had dozens of visits together, and countless phone calls. She made herself a birthday party where she hostilly manipulated everyone in the family and they all hate her for it and I very nicely let her do whatever she wanted, PAID for it, and acted as waitress.
And here she thinks I am going to be giving her money to LIVE...

Me: "I don't owe you anything. Goodbye toxic, manipulative, abusive woman, goodbye."