I had a blazing row with my mother - again - but then whilst walking my rage off in Tesco (which really isn't the best place to walk off one's rage), I met her best friend who has also had enough of the old bag...
I now see why my Stepfather has worked abroad for the last 20 years, although to be fair the hormonal rollercoaster of joy has only been bad for the last couple of years. I feel dreadful for her as it must be ghastly, but the worst thing is that she refuses to accept that she is going through the change, therefore HRT is not something that she will even discuss (despite being very very keen to get me loaded up to the eyeballs on every possible med)...
AIBU to put something in her tea? If not for my sake, then for the sake of my younger siblings who have to live with it! 