Oh, ok.

Oh, ok. Mom truly lost it over something incredibly asinine today. And, uh, wow. When your brain leaks out your mouth it is much more revealing than I think you really want it to be, no matter what you are thinking. Just, you know, a pro tip.

It was a lovely opportunity for me to mention potential psych/mental effects of Lyme disease. And I did. And was promptly (and damned if it wasn't professionally, if there's a profession that does that) rationalized away. Dismissed. Erased. Irrelevantized.

People have to want to get themselves help, y'all.

If she wants a relationship with my father, she better stop hating him yesterday. Because it's actually coming out of her mouth, now, and it is bile. Black bile.

Just, wow.