(102) On Jasmine-Scented Stink Bombs and the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills

“Have you spoken with your sister?” my mom said, only she sounded less curious and more accusatory.

“You sound accusatory!” I said, proud of how even-keeled I was presenting.

My mom sighed. “You’re going to have to talk to her eventually, you know.”

“Mama,” I said, and now I could feel the blood rising, “Please don’t blame me for the fact that Mindy and I are on the outs. She is a narcissist who abuses her children and leaves me feeling depleted and sad every time I speak to her. She has ninety thousand problems she won’t solve, most of them of her own causing, she will drain you asking for advice she then won’t take, and when was the last time she was there for you? Not in a long, long time,” I spat out bitterly.