My Mom is 82 years old and she's consuming my life. When I was a child she could be cruel. How many times did I hear my birthday story.
"They brought you in and I said, is this a baby or a monkey?"
"I really wanted your brother"
Meanwhile my loving brother lives out of state and makes phone calls or sends text messages, contributing nothing. But he's her "baby" so I bite my tongue. I'm resentful and angry and I want to shake it off because although there were hurtful moments there were wonderful times too.