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“We cross our bridges as we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and the presumption that once our eyes watered.”
—Tom Stoppard, Rosencratz and Guildenstern Are Dead 

My brother has been in touch lately. He’s keeping me in the loop as my mother plans to relocate from Massachusetts to the Poconos. She’s threatening to report my brothers car as stolen and have him arrested if he doesn’t cough up some imagined debt (which if you speak narcissist is only a ploy to get moving funds).

It’s so frustrating when you can’t do anything to help, but I can’t get involved with her again to save my brothers beloved car. What kind of mother would do such a thing?? It just reinforces my decision to cut ties.