Dear Prudence,
I have a hard time with my mother. I’m a middle (whoops) baby. She told me on my 47th birthday, “you are lucky you were a good baby or you wouldn’t be here.” She was a foster child. I feel like I don’t want to be around her. When she does a family dinner she forgets to invite me. Is it bad that I just avoid her? I feel better for it.
—Hurt