I may not be normal…

“but nobody is” is the way the song goes. In my life, it would be, “I may not be normal, but compared to my mother I am.”

My mother is losing her mind. Unless she is thoroughly depressed, the doctors give her depressants, she’s crazy.

She decided I was a witch and that I didn’t use my powers because my husband didn’t like me to. Er, no. I’m a conservative Christian. Definitely not Wiccan.

She’s always been prone to exaggeration. I get that from both my parents. But these days you can’t trust what she says. And it’s hard to tell the difference between when she’s just making crap up and when she’s telling the gospel truth. (Well, okay. I know when she’s talking about the Bible.)

I told her maybe she should think of the bipolar as a demon. It’s trying to get her and we don’t want it to. I don’t know if it will help. I hope it will. This weekend she cussed me out, at the top of her lungs, outside where anyone could hear it. This was after four hours of doing absolutely nothing except making sure she had exactly what she wanted when and where she wanted it.

I love my mother. This makes me sad.