So, I've had a really bad day. I spent five hours with my mother listening her to belittle, begrudge, and pretty much hate on everyone she saw. This was also the day I discovered that she seems to have made food pantries a career choice. Seriously, what the hell?  My son is no longer allowed to be a passenger in her car, because, you know, I love him and she should never  be allowed behind the wheel again. Pretty much, she's a fuckin' nutbag and I came home, lit a cigarette, did two shots of Crown, consecutively, and picked a fight with the husband (I'm not sure if that counts as mother induced trauma, though, cause we're pretty complicated right now). So, yeah, I might be a little on the edge.