ToesUp, same here. During the depressing phone conversations with my mother, I also get to hear how wonderful the brothers and sisters at her KH are. My husband is never as good as brother so-and-so, and I can never compare to sister whatsername. I can understand talking about your friends and what they've done, as part of the conversation, but it's more of a game of oneupmanship with her. JWs = Great. Us normal people = Lacking. She's never accepted that my life has been a success and that I'm happy, never told me she was proud of me or of my kids. But some random people and kids at her KH, well, they're just so wonderful since they're good little JWs. That's all that matters. It's hopeless. No wonder I don't call her often.