So it’s been about a year and a half, almost two since I last spoke to my mother. I cut her out of my life because she turned into a horrible human being when I got married. She was hell bent on making me get divorced after she didn’t even give a chance to my husband. A little backstory:

We moved in together and my husband, my mom, my little sister, my baby and myself into a two bedroom apartment. We made a deal to help each other out financially and emotionally. We’d split the rent, split the chores, and she’d help me since I was a first time mommy and had no idea what to do. We all agreed. Moved in, and everything went out the window. We lived together for half a horrible year. She had in mind “well she’s my daughter she still has to do everything I say” and that everything meant I was doing all the chores, in all that time she took my baby for 20 minutes. And basically took her to take pics and post on Facebook. If I didn’t have food or the chores done she’d take pictures and send them to my dad, family, friends saying I was a lazy ass. And as all new mothers know it’s hard to have a newborn and have all the housework done spotless. Well my husband got tired of seeing how she behaved (she’d also escape in the night without saying a word and leave my sister, who’d come crying to our room saying my mom was missing) so he tried talking to her about it, she snapped, they argued, screamed at each other. And she stormed off. I watched the VERBAL fight and yes I tried to calm them down. Anyways, she told my family that my husband hit her and threw her things at her. So of course my whole family hates me now and won’t even listen to what I have to say. She also started doing all kinds of shit to get back at us, like throwing away 50$ worth of groceries because they “took up to much space”. Then throwing all our shit everywhere in the garage by “accident”. And my baby at this point had a little game where we sat her and she bounced with music and lights, and she barely had learned to put her hands out for people to hold her. She recognized my mom and put her hands out and my mom just glared at her and went “ugh” and left my daughter with her arms up. She also kicked some of her toys out of her way. So you can see why I completely cut her off.

Well tomorrow is her birthday, and I used to be so extravagant on her gifts. Balloons, cake, flowers, the whole shabang. We were extremely close, so her birthday now is kind of a day of mourning to me. I have to fight the urge to send her a gift, after she was so awful to my family and I... I don’t know I’m just sad today, and will be tomorrow..