We laughed at his funeral, and I don’t regret it

DEAR MISS MANNERS: My mother was emotionally, physically, and mentally abusive. Also, she knew about the sexual abuse at home as my siblings and I were growing up, and she allowed it to continue.

She most likely suffered from borderline personality disorder and narcissistic personality disorder, although she consistently refused therapy.

All of her children ran away from home when they were 16, and most of us have made it in life.

I tried to have limited contact with her as an adult, but it was like banging my head against a wall. In my forties, I “divorced” her and did not see her again until she was in a coffin.

All of the remaining siblings attended the funeral. We sat front and center.

As people unrelated to the family began to praise her profusely, my sister laughed lightly. As the praise got more absurd, we all started laughing out loud (including his brother, my uncle).

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