It was really only that one night the previous week when it was shockingly terrible.

The few months prior to that, it was little nit-picky comments and digs that started off being rather quiet, but had begun to feel 'not very good' but at least I stood up to her in those moments and said something. I was sticking up for myself as I'd been feeling better physically.

But that one night the week before when she was raging around here because I'd asked her to do the laundry - I was stunned. At one point, I was feeling so so awful and I said, "I'll be so glad when I can do these things for myself" and in a very nasty, venomous tone, she spat back, "Yeah! ME TOO!"

I felt so terrible. Such a burden. Such an inconvenience. And she knew that this was how my mother had always made me feel, and that a huge issue throughout my life was feeling like a bother and a burden, and that it had always been hard for me to ask for help.

So she encouraged me for all those months with "I love to serve! How can I help?" And then WHAM. Spewed this vile comment at me.

Sadly, I'd also stripped the bed so she could throw that in, too (still just one load with my clothes, it's a massive machine).

But with the walker, I really struggled to make the bed. Before she left, I asked if she would please help me make it - we would each take a side. Top and bottom sheets, then put the duvet and quilt on top. Pretty easy if you're not trying to shuffle around with a walker!

She stormed around, griping about how much she HATES making a bed and "I can't BELIEVE I'm helping you make YOURS! I HATE THIS!" etc.

And when I went to tuck in the sheet at the foot of the bed, she said, "You tuck in the SHEET?"

I said yes and she said, "You're such a PRINCESS!" and continued glaring at me as she'd been doing during the whole few minutes of bed-making.

She nearly blew a gasket when I wanted the duvet tucked in, too.

I wish I could have that moment back. Instead of feeling like a complete burden and nuisance I'd be telling her to STOP making the bed and get the ____ out of my house NOW!!!

Oh, I would love that!!

What made this whole thing worse is that just a few days earlier, I'd sent her $100 - that I could ill afford but she had run a bit short with an unexpected tax bill. Even though she has a very high paying job. I just wanted to help.

And she had arrived on that laundry Saturday to find that I'd baked her favourite banana bread, no nuts, the way she likes it. Made a whole loaf for her to take home. Another 'thank you.'

And this is the way she treated me that night. Little bit shocking, right??! Yikes!

I am so so so glad she showed me she really is and I have nothing to do with her anymore. Yay! 💜💜💜