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My dad was charging his iPad. The one my bro and SIL got him so he could facetime with the grandchild. (Iow, it's my dad's, not my mom's. This really pisses her off. It has continued to piss her off for 3.5 years. She will never let it go.)

He left the house to do something. He came back and my mom told him his iPad was fully charged (it would be hard for him to figure that out on his own, of course). He goes to turn it on and it won't turn on. He says something. My mom says ...

"Oh, I turned it off completely because it doesn't charge properly unless it's turned off completely and you leave it on all the time and that's why it runs out of charge so I turned it off and you should do that. All you have to do is hold the button and it will turn on. You're so impatient. Just wait a few minutes and it'll turn on. If you're so impatient and you can't get it to work just give it to (my name)."

My mother is that insulting, belittling, micromanaging, passive-aggressive, controlling manager the entire world hates working for/with.

P.S. Note the attempt at triangulation by bringing my name into it.

P.P.S. Note that she is wrong about the must be off to charge thing. Never tell her she's wrong. No good will come of it. She knows things and everyone is mean and treats her like she's stupid. Well, she's not stupid and, etc. There's a script for this, I swear to dog she has a verbatim script for this. Accessorized with muttering under her voice for several minutes after no one is in the same room but making sure it is loud enough that people not in the room can hear her talking "to herself" about how people disrespect her, etc.

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I am frakking tired, y'all. Really.frakking.tired.

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