“Look, I hear you,” I said, “But I don’t think she’s ever been sorry for anything. “I know,” Diane was saying, “But can’t she just throw me one friggin bone, ever, dammit?” I told her again how futile it was for any one of us to lose it and plunge into a meltdown anyway or to cajole and plead with Ma to acknowledge something, anything for her role in causing so much relational fracture. ![]() We were on the phone, and I was trying again to help Diane to understand that it was more that Ma just could not, rather than would not, see the hurtful impact of her bitter personality and constant manipulations on those trying to help her and those she purported to love. To make her see that we knew her behavior was contrived and purposeful, and to get her to admit to her part in intending to escalate our blood pressure and emotions. For those of us still willing to have anything to do with her it was just about impossible at any given time to prevent ourselves from wanting to rage inches from her face to try to get her to see that we saw through her. I could, of course, relate to what she was saying. I shook my head thinking about my conversation with Diane after her latest meltdown with Ma. Hoping to establish a firm publishing date soonest! Thanks for reading! Update: Book is with the publisher for final content review, editing, and cover design.
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