I have blocked her from texting me. I will not answer her phone calls. I will not read her emails. I cannot stop her from dropping by my house and as I do have stored at my house a couple of decent quality guitars belonging to her son, I would allow that for retrieval. But I’m done.
And I’m sad. I feel desolate, bereft, and perhaps a little cold.
I have never asked for much. And I have given and given and given. My time, energy, assistance.