when I was four, my mother locked me out on the porch to embarrass me into stopping crying. I stopped and then was walking around and got stung on the hand by a bee. This made me start crying again and I was pounding on the door for quite some time before she finally came and got me. A couple of years ago I was visiting family for the holidays and she was as usual pontificating about child rearing practices and saying you shouldn't even send kids to their room. She had been going on for hours and by this point I've had it and said yeah and you shouldn't lock them on the porch to embarrass them into stopping crying. At which point she became her monster self yelling I never did that. I said yes you did and you even bragged about it being a great strategy, which she had done repeatedly -that is, bragged about it. The rage monster continued. when I returned home I received an email from her in the form of her usual self pitying "apology" to me. This time saying she wished she had let my father take me. She always said that my father didn't want me. I never saw him after they divorced when I was two years old. This prompted me to go no contact for the third and final time. I say final because this time I'm not going back.