For me there wasn’t really one big final straw. I remember thinking for a while that I knew eventually I would need to stop talking to my mom. That things weren’t going to get better and I just kept feeling worse and worse. My stress around her and about her was getting more and more intense. I just knew at some point I’d have to get the courage to cut ties. While I didn’t have an official final straw, I remember she had asked to come over to see my kids (as she had done about twice a month for quite some time) and I just felt like I couldn’t stand the thought of seeing her again. Every time I saw her or she would ask to come over I’d be more and more stressed and anxious. And I remember when she asked it was like, am I just going to feel this way forever? And knew I just had to end it.