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I realized every time my mom worked in the evenings it was always a great day for me.
Also we were brought up Catholic, BUT also to love accept queer and trans people (and I'm 50 so back then trans people weren't really part of the conversation hardly at all), but also my brother is gay, and when it became clear that was a fact, my mother launched an underground campaign to try and pretend he wasn't, including inviting a beard date for him to go with on my destination wedding.
Finally realized how absolutely nasty and manipulative she is, and how she just regards me as a reflection of her. I can't be around her because I feel like she's constantly scrutinizing every inch of me and criticizing my appearance, because that's what she values and nothing else, and how she likes to drop bombs into the middle of family gatherings just to get negative attention, like deciding to make fun of my father over a chubby girl he had dated 40 years before, which my spouse honestly came close to clocking her in the teeth for.
Borderlines are nasty the older and more entrenched and untreated they are, they get really malignant behaviour. Just last fall my aunt who she is mostly estranged from had surgery for bowel cancer, which she didn't share with her since she drinks drama like it's her poisonous life blood, and yet despite this she got her friend who works in the OR to tell her the date and time, showed up at the last minute while she was waiting on a stretcher to go in for surgery, shoved her face in my aunt's face and yelled "HI!", and immediately my aunt was rolled down to the OR, and never visited or did anything else. The whole point was to let my aunt know she KNEW and that my aunt couldn't keep it from her. She violated her confidentiality and I'm pursuing it through the hospital privacy office..