coming to a tipping point

A hell of a lot of things are coming to a head. The end of something and the beginning of something. I know what is ending: dependancy on someone who hardly sees me as I am, but who I have been. Who misunderstands me completely, but who expects me to be at a beck and call without see I do shuttle back and forth for her needs. My mother. Let me tell you about my mother... I can't. I can't be bothered about her ways, her manipulations, her insults, her negativity. To have had an angry father and a manipulative mother...