Stationary biking for me again today...wheee! At least I can read a book on my Kindle while I pedal.
My rambling today is that, predictably, my family is reacting in a classic, stereotypical way to me quitting contact with them: they are hyperventilating and trashing me even more amongst themselves. It's like they are reading the literature about dysfunctional, narcissistic families and following a script, I swear.
The latest bit of craziness is that part of going no contact meant finally finishing up and mailing a knitted shawl that I had promised to make for my mom several years ago. It's been an albatross project...something I struggled to finish while my life was upended, but I carted it around and kept plugging away at it, little by little, because I had promised to make it, ya know? I needed to get it completed and out of my life. So I finished the shawl and mailed it to her, with a text saying what the package was and that it was on its way at long last.
Found out today that my mom's response was to assume I had mailed her a bomb. She took the package to the local fire department and told them she was worried her daughter had mailed her an explosive device. And then they opened it and found...a knitted alpaca shawl.
Funny? Insane? Tragic? All of the above, I guess.