To have had such a nasty bad week last week, with outbursts from my Mom accusing us of not treating her properly and saying we need to do more, leading me to schedule an appointment with a therapist to learn how to set appropriate boundaries, deal with my own hurt psyche, and learn not to combust and be down on myself, the weekend turned out to be pretty good. I had dreaded being with Mom this past weekend knowing how belligerent she can be when she doesn’t get her way or you don’t agree with her opinion. Even George was dreading Thanksgiving. And he wanted to just go eat and…