Time to wrap up Mommie dearest...  Here goes:  The last time I saw my mother was after I had gotton married.  Her apartment complex was about to be remodeled and she needed a place to stay for the month they would be closed.  Mine was due to be remodeled in a couple of months time so I figured that I would let her stay with me for a month and then we would stay with her when the time came.  This might of worked in a normal family.  Within two weeks of her moving in she had caused increadible amounts of problems between my wife and myself and our child.  I decided that it was time to pick my family over my mother and asked her to leave.  To avoid any confrontations I took my wife and daughter out to dinner while she was supposedly moving out.    When we returned all of my wife clothing had been schreded and ripped apart with knifes or scissors.  The place was a shambles.  I think we got off cheap considering who had stayed me me .  The final straw came the next morning as I was doing dishes and fixing the morning coffee.  I remember that I was my hands under the water in the sink and the coffeepot would not come on.  I was running my hand down the cord when all of the sudden the hair on the back of my neck stood up.  I stopped and looked at the cord, it had been cut right at the base of the coffeepot.  It would of killed me.  One hand in the sink the other on a cut cord.  My older sister's boyfriend called me later that day to tell me he was coming to town to kill me, I said come ahead, I was already waiting!  It would be 27 years before I again spoke with her, no change, she is still a nut, still sees me as the embodyment of evil!!! OY!