Eight years ago I went no contact.

I told my family I wanted to live. I wanted to stop thinking about harming myself because of how harmful my mother is to me while being helpful to everyone else.

They called the cops. Told them I was unstable. Police showed up first thing next morning ready to take me to a psych ward.

I had to hand the phone to my boyfriend at the time so he could reassure them I wasn’t a danger to myself.

That’s what “concern” looks like in some families. Control dressed up as care, blaming the one who survives their neglect and abuse.

I decided to give my aging and sick mother one last chance in late 2024. She ended things when my father passed because she didn’t like how I mourned him

I will not forgive. I will not forget.