Living with my mom

Well, i moved in with my mother.
As i said in my last post, i was a little worried about my brother coming back, well, its been 2 months and he hasn't been back, as a matter of fact he is still in rehab and i am very happy.
He has been running everyday and eating well and looks great.
i am sure i dont need to tell you the joy and hair pulling that comes with moving home after 30 years. it is only for 2 months, but it hasn't been easy.
it's great to come home and have dinner ready. my mom has become a great healthy cook.
Most of our arguments are about my brother, and so i have decided to not even go there.
Being the sibling of a drug addict with an enabling mother has built up alot of resentment but i realized while i was living there, that it just doesn't matter. i have always survived on my own and no matter what i or my brother says to my mom she just doesn't hear. She is also 70 years old, so am i going to punish her for protecting the weak. its just a losing battle, so why stress myself out more than i already am. So i decided to just work on our relationship. and i did,we did, and i have to say that when i was ready and packed to go back to Mexico i was sad to be leaving her.Actually as i write this i am feeling a little sad. i have to say for the first time in years i really miss my mom.