I rarely see my mom. That's by my choice. I choose that for my peace. While many people don't understand that, it's ok. You don't have to understand. She's my mother, not yours (unless you're my sister). I've spent years placing healthy boundaries, limits, and "do not cross" lines with my mom. Most of the time, she ignores, disregards, or completely dodges them, so I learned to only see her on my terms and that's it. My car. My time. I'm in control so I can leave when and if I need. There is no invitation to my house because I can't physically force her to leave. This is how I avoid being gaslighted and manipulated into uncomfortable topics, forced into discussions on our different beliefs and avoid her constant, NON STOP negative talk about everything and everyone. A year has gone by. So I decided to see her, to gauge if my hard work of healing is working. She tested me within 5 minutes. "Isn't Mother's Day coming...
Sometimes it's crazy. Sometimes it's calm.