Mom forgot my birthday
What about it?
That alone doesn’t make her insane, but it’s a pattern of neglect. In 2001, for example, when I was 19, I moved out to live with her because my life was falling apart. I was reaching out for help, and willing to go to therapy or whatever I could to improve my life. After a grueling drive half way across the country, I arrived almost broke, and because I had no money that I spent mostly on the trip, she put me in a homeless shelter. My last text from her is when I texted her on Mothers Day.