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9554 from the Am I the asshole here subreddit and says, am I the asshole for refusing to meet my

mom after she went no contact with me for over a decade. So, a little background. I'm 35 male

and my parents divorced when I was 17. My dad struggled

with alcohol and drug addiction and my mom eventually left him, which I totally understood

and supported. Living with him was impossible. He wasn't violent but verbally abusive and he spent

all of our money on his habits. That was the last

straw for my mom. After the divorce, my dad spiraled. He nearly overdosed and ended up in the

ICU. I was living with my mom at the time, but I was scared that my dad would die, so I moved

back with him in my uncle's family. My mom was disappointed, but let me make my choice.

Losing my mom, most of his friends, going broke, nearly dying finally got through to my dad,

and he promised he would get better for me. It was hard to watch, but he actually turned things around.

My uncle paid for everything, rehab, therapy, medical bills,

and after about five years, my dad was clean and somewhat healthy again. He even apologized

to my mom and she forgave him, though she told me later it was only for my sake so that they

could be civil at future events like my graduation or wedding. Over those years,

I kept in contact with my mom, regularly met with her. She had moved on and met a great guy

who she eventually married. She was much happier and I was happy for her. I thought we had a pretty

good relationship. That changed when I was 23. My mom asked me to come over and she told me she was

still angry and disappointed that I chose my dad over her after the divorce. She said I was

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