If I haven't made it clear...

I want nothing to do with you right now. Right now, my heart is a broken mess and blood and gore and hate and warring sides. Right now, I'm vulnerable and will not let you break me again. Leave me alone. I've said everything I need to say to you and if you still refuse to process just why I'm angry with you...then it's not even worth wasting my breath to answer the phone. Don't call me. Don't leave me voicemails. Don't email me or contact me or even think about me. Mom, it's done. It's over. Until you're back and in your senses and groveling at my feet apologizing for the horrors you've inflicted on us, then I'm not budging. It doesn't matter how many people tell me to talk to you. It doesn't matter how much you "love" me. None of that matters while you're still living in la la land. You are not the victim here. Do right and maybe, MAYBE, things can change.