It’s all water under the bridge. All the love and all the abuse, it’s history. The clock is running out its final days. There’s nothing more to be than the minimum of what a daughter should be. I am to maintain no more involvement than that. Whatever she says will not be indulged...lots of cakes burning in the oven, forcing me off the phone.

She really is a mentally ill woman who set herself up for maximum suffering. I am going to have to let that happen to her because I have no power to help. I need to help myself.