My mother came over today. I hadn't spoken to her since she came over drunk saying how rotten of a kid I was and DH kicked her the heck out of our house. Since then she's interacted with my family once, on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving because DH and I...GOT OUR OWN TRASH CAN :jawdrop: She started screaming and yelling about how we should just pay her to use her trash can (her company charges way more than ours does) and that she was just going to cancel hers and use ours (Uh. No.) and DH told her to straighten up and quit drinking so that she could see her grand kids.
So yeah. Fun times. Anyway, she came over today and dropped off all the toys that BD2 had had at her house.
Then wanted to give BD2 a hug. I told her to step inside so that all the hot air wasn't getting out and making my house cold. She picked up BD2 and was sitting there talking to her while I put the stuff away.
Here's some of the fun nuggets:
"Grandma got REALLY sick on Thanksgiving and could have died, but no one gives a shit. Nope. No one cares about Grandma."
"You look just like Grandma don't you (BD2 look NOTHING like my mother. I've sat and compared baby pictures. Not. A. Thing.)"
I handed her back a pillow that was from her house. It says "Home is where the cat is." on it. DH is allergic to cats and the pillow reeks of cigarette smoke. "Oh, no, you keep that here. That way you have something to remember me by. I'm not going to be around very long you know."

My grandma lived to be 97. My grandfather had a heart condition (His aorta didn't form right) and lived to be 75.
My mother is 58. I'd say have another twelve years of this nonsense at least.

Anyway, continuing on:
"You need to tell mommy to let you come over to Grandma's house more often" (She refuses to stop smoking in the house and BD is already high risk for asthma so no.)
"Tell you what, you can bring that pillow back to Grandma's house the next time you visit me, okay?"
Then, in a moment of being nice, I took a moment to show her the blocks I got for BD. Our family is Dutch, so I got ones with Dutch words on them. I thought it was cute and it has pretty much all the same letters. Plus, they were free.
"Oh, those are too nice, you should save them so they don't get ruined."
"They're for her to PLAY with. I got them so she could PLAY with them." (I rarely "Played" with toys. Blocks were neatly arranged on my shelves, art supplies were
"Well, you should get some to spell her name out like I did with you when you were a kid."
"Why? I have enough clutter! Plus, then I'd have to get them for SD and BD4m as well." (BD2 is my mother's favorite. She full on excludes the other two)
"Well, you should do it just for her then. And why haven't you hung up those pictures I gave you?"
"WHAT pictures?"
"The ones of you when you were a baby. You don't have any of them up." (She gave me three DOZEN large photos of me, several paintings I'd done in school, and a GIANT poster sized collage of other pictures of me. It was kinda creepy, not going to lie.)
"Um... because I neither asked for nor wanted them. I'd rather save the space for pictures of my children and DH and I. I don't want a shrine to me"
"BUT THOSE ARE ALL OUR MEMORIES! YOU HATE ME! YOU'RE A HORRIBLE DAUGHTER!" *DOOR SLAM*
"WHAT ON EARTH?!" :O