To take the heat off my identity theft, let's talk about why we hate our mothers. At the end of the day, someone (BP? Nilla?) can award the 'most likely to commit matricide' award. My story:

Some time ago, my (now) husband and I told my mother that we would be getting married some time in the next year. She blanched with horror, said she needed to lie down for a while, and went to sleep in my bed for several hours. At about 7pm, I was keen to get her out of my damn house, so my husband took her a cup of tea. She grabbed his arm as he put it on the bedside table, and said to him: "She has a darkness in her." Then she drank the tea and left.