FOUR

See also: Post-Paschal Post.

Out of the blue I received a text from my aunt (aka mom's flying monkey) asking ABOUT THOSE FUCKING BOOKS.

So, on top of leaving me THREE voicemails about these fucking books she's demanding I find for her, she's now recruited my aunt to reach out to me.

I kept my replies super brief to my aunt and didn't add anything else to it. 

For someone who thinks she's so self-aware, she certainly makes herself available to be manipulated by my mother.

FUCK THEM ALL.

PS: I have been reading up on Reactive Attachment Disorder--and my god. Maybe I have it? Maybe my mother, and me and my siblings have certain stripes of this disorder?