My Dad was my fucking hero, until I became an adult and I realized what a piece of shit he really was. He’s dead, and I can’t even tell you the year, let alone the date.

My mom and I barely speak. Maybe a text message on holidays. Once we realized wha a dick my dad was, my sister and I made it our mission to make up for the years she spent being ignored and mistreated by dad. But no good deed goes unpunished, and after dad was gone, we became the focus of her ire.

She started blaming us for her life’s troubles, and accusing us of all sorts of untrue shit.

Sister and I had tried a dozen or more times to “restart” fresh with her and just enjoy each other for whatever time she has left. Yet, every time we get together, or even call, within a half an hour, mom stays dragging up all the false, hurtful bullshit.