It happened. I knew it was coming. Now I am the bad daughter and my mother hates me. This is horribly painful, yet I feel like a weight's been lifted off of me. I was only as good as my last good deed. I would have been happy to be a good daughter if only she wasn't so mean, abusive, and manipulative. She lied about 'never being a burden on her children' when that was her secret plan all along. I just can't handle that much toxicity and I absolutely can't allow her further into my life because it will kill me. I am barely functioning as it is. It's like we were in a shipwreck and I had to let her drown to save myself. OMG THE HORROR. Yet I feel so strangely numb and content at this moment.