All my friends always loved my mother. They never knew she was “Mommy Dearest”. I thought I made a little headway with her tonight but she couldn’t find her “medication”. I told her I had some stuff packed but had no idea how I was going to get them down the stairs. She snapped my fucking head off, said WELL I CAN’T HELP YOU. I said I wasn’t asking for your help I was just wondering? Why am I the only one in fucking therapy??