Things went bad
I had dinner with mom last night.
She was dropping little things like sister so-and-so still asks about you and dad-is-an-elder-now and crap like that. So I asked her what was the real reason she wanted to have dinner with me. She said she has been so "worried about me" being "out in the world" at which point all the hurt, feelings of betrayel, pain, frustration, all came out at once. I wish I could've stopped myself but I couldn't. I was shaking, crying, and probly looked a little insane.
Mom just looked at, an said "it is all YOUR fault anyways. YOU did it all to yourself, and to us." She got up and left.
My poor waiter looked scared to come over and drop the check.