There's no category on here for this:

My mother has never been diagnosed with anything because she would never go to a psy to discuss what is wrong with her, nor does she even think there is anything wrong with her.

That being said, there definitely is something wrong MI about my mother.

There is so much in my whole family, both sides, that is pathological. Generations of MI.

Anyway-- I dodged a bullet this morning, successfully running the gauntlet of her toxicity.

I called and made the mistake of asking "How are you?"

She went on a half hour rant, from subject to subject of triggers and lamenting about how she has no control, she can't control anything in her life, because 'you need money to be able to control'...

I handled it like a professional stuntman driving a Lamborghini. Expertly navigating away from hairpin turns, ending the phone call with a smile, telling her to go eat something nutritious and try to relax.

Phew!