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For almost all of my life, I lived with my mom's constant complaining, bitching, whineing, and anger. By the time I turned 18, she was getting older and more noticably senile. Between turns yelling at me for 'not telling her things' and 'not being responsible' (mind you, I worked 40 hour weeks while still in high school - A+ average and number 40 in my class of 900), she was forgetting simple things throughout her life.
The day I graduated college I left. Never brought my things back home. Got my diploma, packed up my apartment, and went and got my own. Never called her, never went back to see her. She was out of my life, totally and completely. Sure, there are times of regret. But you know what? These past years have never been more comfortable and relaxing.
What I'm saying is, it's possible to live your life without her. There's a famous line from one of my favorite plays - and maybe you should take it to heart:
"You know, there is this tribe in Africa that when one of its members does something cruel or evil, or betrays them, they never see him again. They simply - just never see him. They never talk to him, or look at him, or acknowledge him in any way. For them, he is dead. Absolutely and irrevocably dead."
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"I've made only one mistake in my life. But I made it over and over and over. That was saying 'yes' when I meant 'no'. Forgive me."
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