I'm sorry that I wrote such a horrible post. I don't think about those things very often anymore, but that just poured out, like another cleansing.

However, it sure looks like Marla's mother takes the cake. Mine wasn't that bad. I am so sorry, Marla, for what you went through. Good night. There is a word for your mother in my mind that I would never think of uttering, but it is there.

My mother has since died, but I was not in contact with her for years before that, although I tried to make a kind of distant peace with her and Father through letters. By that time, I would not take calls from either of them, because Father had also become very verbally abusive in his calls.

Before I would marry my first husband, I made him promise me that we would never live within 100 miles of her. He was kind: we never lived within 350 miles of her. After he died, I moved my family across the country from her, and with my parents' later move, we lived 1000 miles apart. This was good.
FreeBee