I just want to document this:
This is Mom. Do you want to talk? You were supposed to call me and you didn’t.

That’s because R relayed that you told him I could call you, but never bring up anything from the past again.

Well, he said that kind of harsh, but yes, that’s what I said.

So, I didn’t call.

Well you have to let this go.

I don’t even understand why you are mad at me.

You still insist on talking about it? I’ll move on after all those horrible things you said to me, “F you and this whole family. Don’t ever call me again.”

Unless I am really losing my mind, that never happened.

Even dad heard you say it.

Put him on the phone too.

Dad— No, I won’t talk about this. Tell her to call back when she’s calmed down and moved on.

I won’t ever move on and now you want to be controlling too about not allowing me to talk about this? I told you last time how hurt I was that you would never pick up the phone and call me. You’ve done it again. It’s been a month and I can keep going forever. We don’t have to ever talk again. The cruelty in this family is ridiculous. I’ve been crying over this for a month. I know how little I mean to all of you!

Mom— how can you be so selfish? Why don’t you think about how upsetting this is for others?

Me— don’t you dare turn it around on me!

Mom— Call back when you grow up!

Me— don’t you dare F’n berate me!

Click.