It’s at a point where my mom pretty much refuses to let him into the house, and talks down to him. For example, for the Indian holidays Navratri and Diwali, my mom insisted on refusing giving him an offering and letting him since my art we prepared with the lamps even from outside the door. I told her I wished for him to se it just outside the door and he still felt weary and keeps making remarks about “having the cops called on [him]” which is really hurting, because I know as much as we all made mistakes, I made a lot too. I’m aiming to bring across that the resistance is making me feel more pressure and bringing me down even more, making me feel I have to isolate myself. I know I screwed up a lot, and at the same time, I wish to make this all better and for us all to thrive together.