Last year, I taught Mom how to use e-mail, and the first thing she did was send letters to her daughters telling them how bored she was at my house. Once, while I was at work, she cut the bottoms off my new custom-made drapes, saying they were too long. She sneaked formula to my infant son when she knew I was breastfeeding. When she ran an announcement in the newspaper for her 50th wedding anniversary, she mentioned all the children and their spouses but left out my name.