Hi Hops,
She is profoundly distorted and confused inside.
She has no idea what a poor mother she's been.
She's toxic and she's desperate. She's sort of like a crocodile.
I think that she calls me because no one else would tolerate what I've tolerated from her in the past. I was so well trained to mirror her positively. You are right. She is protecting supply but she is sooooo toxic that she can't hide her internal nastiness.
Perhaps there is a flicker of motherly love but it is so lost inside of there that to find it one would have to sacrifice one's entire being and dive headfirst into the abyss.
My big question has been: Where does your responsibility for the welll being of another human being end? I answer it by thinking of this situation.
If someone I loved was at risk for heart disease and they told me and I empathized. Then without their asking, I decided to do all the relevant research, gave the information to them, found ways that they could improve their diet and exercise routines, and still that person decided to do nothing but continue in their ways and then they got sick and died.
I could tell myself that perhaps if I had agreed to visit and exercise with that person then I might have saved them. But where did my responsibility really end? I think it would have ended when they told me and I empathized.
You can lead a horse to water but you cannot make it drink. Neither is it your responsibility to make it drink or perhaps not even to lead it to the water. I think that you should wait for the horse to ask for water and then decide if you are able to point it in the right direction without harming yourself.
My key is that she is not asking for my help (because nothing is wrong with her) so why should I feel that it is my repsonsiblity to help someone who does not want my help. It's sad but everyone has to write their own life story.
I know this is not what you were implying Hopsy but I just got to thinking and my thoughts just started to flow. Thanks for your kind words.

Lib