cutting off my mother was so worth it!

An update to this. All this time, I either tried to find a good time to do it and delayed it, or told myself I could make it work for the rest of her life. It could get better, we have good times sometimes, and I could deal with seeing her once or twice a year, right? I thought everyone wins in this scenario: I fulfill my expectation as a daughter, I don’t have to take a drastic step and have difficult conversations, and I don’t lose out on a possible future change in our relationship. I get to be normal and have somewhat of a family left. But I just lost without fully realizing the scope of it all. Now that it’s been a while, I feel silly for not having done this sooner. Having her in my life even peripherally seems to have dragged me down so much in ways I didn't even know. It held me back to an intense degree. I feel so much better now! Looking back at it, it was even worse than I had been aware of. I accepted behavior I would have rejected otherwise, because it was still better…