I had this idea of her being a snow flake in the sun. And not in a good way. She took on the aura of a uniquely twisted, one of a kind individual that dimmed the lights and sucked the air out of any room she entered. Knowing her past definitely cast a Hannibal Lecter light about. If she doesn't project one, I project it on her. Knowing she shot and stuffed a guy in his car, and parked him on the side of a country road.
This is when I began to understood what a flat line they all are. As unique as they hoodwink you into believing them to be, there is little there. Outside of them being pushy, trouble making boors. Like cats that by pass the scratching post and cheap crap and heads straight to your favorite piece of furniture and claws the shit out of it. Then looks at you like an idiot when you take a whack at it with the broom.
I deleted some posts a while back and am thinking better of it now. One of my favorites was one recounting the last conversation I had with my mother. I had told her to fuck off. She had recovered from her stroke well enough to more than care for herself. She is far too passive aggressive to just tell someone to get on with their life and she'll call you when she needs you. You must be toyed with on your way out. You must be gas-lighted. It's so much more fun than to just say what she means and mean what she says. I finally had enough of her shit and left.
Later, after I got word of her trashing me to others. I called her asking if this was the thanks I got for helping her back on her feet.
This resulted in the N rage retaliation tirade of her life. I had every thing I have ever done wrong thrown in my face. Blah blah blabity blah blah.
After a couple of minutes I just said, "Mom you killed a guy."
(Sounding like she had a mouth full of shit to spit out she says)
"Oh I DID not."
"Mom you may not have pulled the trigger but you were in it up to your neck"
"OH I WAS NOT!"
"THAT"S NOT EVEN THE GUN WE USED!"
Well fuck me.
You used a DIFFERENT gun and I know the rules of order. Confronting a killer and mentioning the wrong weapon exonerates them.
That's the last words I ever heard from her.