It has been eight months since I had decided to take a step back from my parents and go no-contact. I don’t think anyone makes this decision lightly, nor is it done without feeling those prickly tendrils of guilt.
Today my mother called. After last month’s Nightmare Before Christmas I had decided that her phone number had earned itself a place on my blocked callers list. It’s true that this particular boundary isn’t constructed from impenetrable materials and it’s more of a wire fence than concrete barrier. I actually felt immensely guilty that I had taken such a drastic measure.
Today she called to tell me that her friend died. Now “friend” may not be the correct term, but I am not sure what else to call my mothers 3rd cousin’s elderly aunt. I know a good many people would have me called out for being callous for not being more supportive, but those people didn’t grow up with my mother.
