Gamma

So the time has come to cut ties with my mother. My Dad's death last year has just been too much for her to handle and despite her promises of quitting...she continues to try her very best to drink herself to death.

A couple weeks ago, I took her to the ER because she hadn't had solid food in over 7 days and had instead chosen to consume a case of beer every single day. She was also bleeding from unmentionable orifi.

So she goes and gets dried out. I think hey, maybe we're on the road to some peace, finally.

Oh no. Last night's phone conversation was pretty much the end of that. It ran the gammut of typically passive-aggressive drunk behavior ending with "Stop your pity party (directed at me) when I mentioned that I would be the one that had to deal with her last expenses and that she already spends all her time complaining that I take too much on myself. I hung up on her. It was the first time I've ever done that.

So yep, Gamma's done. I don't anticipate her trying to call me again. I suppose the next call I get will be "come identify your mother's corpse we found in this ditch somewhere".

So she won't watch her grandkids grow up. She won't see me get my peerage. And I wanted her to be here for all of this. I've tried time and again to include her in my life and she's just embarassing and rude to the people I care about.

So yeah...over it.