She's not a nice person at all. She frequently tells me how much I ruined her life by being born, I'm a failure and a let down.
I was the result of a split condom to a waste of space of a man who my mum then "had" to marry so she wouldn't shame the family (despite being 31 and her own woman). Then nastily divorced when I was 5, again my fault. This has all been drilled into me since I was old enough to listen.
We recently had a falling out, started out small and just escalated to the point we haven't spoken in weeks.
They have been a few good weeks, I can go out without worrying about her calling and me missing the call. I don't have to listen to her abuse. The thought of this lasting fills me with utter joy.
Can I really keep it up?