lol... yeah i hear you. I can't drive yet. I am on too many narcotics from surgery. So I rely on her for things like take me to the grocery store.
But... she over gives and over does and over intrudes... to the point of I am trying to ignore her constant yammering and I am trying to reply to an email. She complains about me "texting". Even after I told her I do not want to talk. I cannot talk right now, I am in too much pain. I just need a ride.
But it is her opportunity to overgive and interfere. It is obviously a real disease with her. She cannot hear don't do it.
And I know a hundred more like her. She has no idea why I am mad instead of grateful.
When I was 11, she bought some fabric "for my wedding gown" at a garage sale.