She's crazy. And, I don't mean that in the way people usually say it. I mean she could actually be certifiable. My mom's life growing up was pretty bad, and one of the few times I spoke to my aunt about it before we went to stay with them, she acted like they grew up in the freaking Brady Bunch or something.
And, if you knew my mom's family, you'd cut them off too. My grandmother is a mean drunk, my mom's youngest brother is a mean drunk who lives with my grandmother, my mom's oldest brother is... um, well, let's not go too much into that except to say he's a drunk and an ex junkie and should never
ever be alone with children, and I had one other aunt, but I didn't know her very well, and she died in 2003 (which a whole other story I'm not going into). My grandfather died in 2006, and that wasn't a medical surprise (he had cancer), but emotionally it was because my mom and I agreed that he was too mean to die.
Sorry.
Didn't mean to go off on a whole thing and get so personal and depressing there.