I know. It's hard to set boundaries, and I had to over Labor Day, literally telling my mother I wouldn't see her because of the risks she was taking. Instead of taking that as a lesson in changing her behavior so she could see me, her first-born, she continued to be wild. That hurts.
I spent my childhood literally taking care of my sisters and being my mother's amateur psychologist and sounding board (and mediator between my father and mother). It took me years to realize how unhealthy and damaging it all was for me. I have to release myself from that role in my adulthood (I'm 46!), but these patterns seem baked in. Mom just called me to update me on how things are in Georgia and ask me what phase NC is in. Like, you have a computer and iPhone. I appreciate that she knows I'm knowledgeable/that I stay informed but she didn't care to take heed of the information I've been sharing so far to make smart decisions, so really, what is the point? It's just me doing more emotional labor.
I knew this was coming. I knew that they would be dealing with a possible infection. It sucks, but this was avoidable. Which we can expand to include the nation. So much of this nightmare was avoidable.