Your Mom sounds like my Mom. If she wasn’t taking a poke at me I was listening to her poke everyone else.

One of my sister-in-laws had a mole on the side of her nose.

My sister-in-law is a super special lovely kind awesome person. My mother focused on that mole. Later, after my sister-in-law got the mole removed my Mom actually asked her why it took her so long to get it removed. Nice, huh?

My Mom hurt me with her comments and I really thought less of her when she harped on the physical flaws of other people.

When she died at 88, while she was living with that same sister-in-law and my brother who took her in so she could live with family as her stamina and health declined. I never once offered to be the one who took her on because of the way she treated me.

I did, however, deliver her eulogy. It was far too subtle for anyone to notice but I did take a swipe at her. And I’ve never felt bad about it either.

She never apologized to me in her life. I’m a better person than she was. I loved her and sometimes I miss her but it’s very freeing not to have her crappy opinions hanging over my head anymore.

“One thing you can’t hide is when you’re crippled inside.” John Lennon