My Grandmother's Death

My parents drove me to Bakersfield and left me there for a week while they went on this trip. One of the nights I was there I woke up head to toe had flea bites all over me. My grandmother really didn't do anything to assist. That led to a huge fight between my grandmother and Liz and I never saw her again. Having a narcissistic mother often feels a bit like having a frenemy. And as sad as it is, I thought if I encouraged my mom or cheered her on enough that I could essentially convert her from a frenemy to a mom. She reached out in later years and had sent some stuff she had crocheted for a birthday of mine