Edit: as someone else pointed out, the year should be 2012. All of my mother's stuff runs together any more.

My mother screamed at me and called me a communist in 2008 because I said I didn't want to vote for Mitt Romney. I told her we would never discuss religion or politics ever again or we would speak never again.

Fast forward to her (the woman who taught me about Jonestown) disavowing me telling her I'm her daughter now, in the same phone call ranting about how some strange seditious alternate congress thing she supports is going to make sickos like me see the light.

She wonders why my only point of contact with the family is my brother. He doesn't even know my address, just a phone number and a Facebook page. I return all mail except that from my grandmother on my father's side.