For more of a background story to this piece, click to read my blog post, "How to suck at parenting. Effing badly."
I didn't need to hear from my mother on the day before my 31st birthday.
Now hear me out, it's not often that I do hear from her (or from anyone else in my immediate family at that). Usually they'll call in the event of a tragedy or if a computer needs to be fixed, which I then ignore due to my work schedule. Most, if not all conversations aren't very positive after I see the dreaded number on my caller ID, and any sort of dialogue dissolves very quickly within a matter of minutes.
