I talked with my mom this morning. She's still in the hospital but sounding 100% better (thanks for all of the prayers/well-wishes!). There is no confusion or hesitation in her voice. She's wanting to just GTFO of there even though she is much less grumpy about the quality of care. It's amazing what a little O2 can do for your brain! I asked her to make nice between me and my uncle (her brother). He had upset my sister a lot with some condescending comments. My sis is a lot closer to family and she looks up to my uncle since he's her godfather. Well, she must have sent him an email saying she was upset because he sent a reply to the both of us saying that he was there for his sister but we weren't there for our mother. I had had a couple of whiskeys by this point, so I whipped out a drunk email. I was sober enough, however, to replace the word "son-of-a-bitch" with "$%#%@%&." I DID make a comment that I am still very proud of which according to my mom this morning, hit the nail right on the head. I told him that I was not looking for a father figure in my life because I had a wonderful father who is now dead. I am 46 years old and not looking to please anyone but myself or meet anyone else's expectations. Without telling my mom this she said that her brother was just trying to exert his control on the family and be the patriarchal figure. BINGO! In a way I'm a little sad that I feel myself drifting away from family over time, but the farther away one gets, the more objective your views on family start to become. If there is a tard in the family, you just have to deal with him/her because, well, they're family! Hmmmmm. That sounds similar to the "furry love" concept. While I miss the idea of someone always there to get your back, I also enjoy the concept of having the freedom to watch my own back in whatever way I see fit. Every family needs a black sheep. To that I say "Baaaaa, muthahfuggah!"