I said my mother was a piece of work but honestly. The night before my first midwives appointment she texts (once I’ve already gone to bed) insinuating there’s important information I don’t know about my family history of pregnancy, and then refuses to tell me anything unless I call her. Which actually would probably be better next week. (This is a dig because I haven’t been in touch much recently)
I was none to pleased when I rang her this morning. Turns out there isn’t anything I don’t know, she just had absolutely no recollection of how I helped her find and then visit the grave of her brother who died of spina bifida. She’s visiting her step mother, so couldn’t do her normal hysterionics when I called her out on it. I can guarantee she’s going to be a pain in the ass for them the rest of the day though.
Honestly, for a woman I can’t help but love she really is a manipulative cow bag.