I haven't spoken with my mother since the middle of December, and I had a really weak moment tonight on the ride home from work.
I actually feel sorry for her up to a point, but when I imagine myself trying to talk to her, I start to imagine how our conversation might go. And I literally get sick to my stomach when I think about the excuses, the backpeddling and the lies that I will have to listen to (and that I have heard so many times before.) I just don't think I'm up for that right now.
I love her but I can't say I really miss her all that much. I sure DON'T miss the constant drama that went on between her and my AB.