I guess I aired to much family laundry. She hasn’t done anything extreme for a few years. I once did take out a restraining order on her and we didn’t speak for a looong time. (We had a fight. I kicked her out of my apartment. She went to my landlord and told him that I was crazy and should be committed. He had the best attitude in the world,“You can’t be that crazy. You always pay your rent on time.”) She was diagnosed with cervical cancer, we got back in touch. Still, whenever I’m around her I feel like I’m smoking next to a gas can. Thankfully, she’s not allowed to be around my nephew unattended (when my brother and his girlfriend broke up, Mother threatened to kidnap her grandson) and we’ll have the same policy for the Mouseling.