November 9th
I’m crying. I’m an i***t. I’m so frustrated and irritated and I don’t know what to do but write these words.
When my grandmother was alive, my mom used to call her every Saturday morning. That’s when they’d check in with each other to talk about their week.
After my grandmother died, I tried to fill the gap by calling my mom in that timeslot.
Which is to say I called her today.
At first, I thought the conversation would go all right. As long as I didn’t mention Bonnie at all, we could steer clear of any controversy. But then my mom brought up one thing, and I couldn’t not mention Bonnie, and we were right back into it.
This time I established firm and clear boundaries: I told my mom if she continued speaking to me this way, I would hang up the phone. If she continue
