If your Internet crashed today, it is due to the Oxford Dictionary-sized email my mother just sent to my sister and I.
I would repost it here, except I don't want my friends to read it and then have a sudden desire to stick their head in the oven.
To summarize, she took 2,000 words to say:
"You and your sister are being mean to me. I need help and can't do anythig for myself. The way you have helped in the past is not acceptable. I am lucky we didn't blow away in the hurricane. I can't take care of myself. Other kids take care of THEIR parents. I need help with everything. My friend in Australia says you are going to hell for not helping me. I need full-time care. It is your fault if something happens to me. I need help and can't do anything for myself."
For the sake of clarity it should be noted that this "friend in Australia" has never met her or even talked to her in person. In fact, based on the way this "friend" enables her -- I think the "friend" might be several fries short of a Happy Meal too.
By the way... I am not exaggerating the word count. I put it in my text writer and it counted 1,881 words,
As reference: that is about 5-6 pages with normal spacing.
Ugh. I can't even talk about this anymore.
It was so "batshit crazy" (as a woman on the BPD Family Support Forum put it) that I am mentally exhausted and just want a jug of wine and a 14-hour nap.
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