I’ve learned people only love you in their own way and love to them is not what I consider love; because if they truly loved you they wouldn’t hurt you like that. Makes sense, right?

My mother loves me as long as I am doing for her and what she wants of me. If I displease her, she will never call me again and mean it. She will make up things I did or said and spread this poison around to the rest of the family. I’m not sure if she truly believe it or not.

So now that she is an old, sick lady, I just let her shyt on me and keep a minimal “loving” relationship. There’s no changing her now.