Bitter Fruit

And she wonders why I dumped her son. Sigh, doesn't she realize that her actions only make it easier for me to distance myself from this whole situation. As if I wanted to go back for a second helping of her poision ambrosia. Manipulation, blame, passive agression and a side of self-rightious indegnation. No thanks. I'm sick of and tired of playing nice. Don't call me any more woman.