Sounds like my mom. My memories of her were her watching Maury or talking on the phone constantly while chain smoking in her bedroom. She'd blame one of us kids for eating all the cookies or chips, and complain how busy she was all the time. Too lazy to take us to school or pick us up, take us to any events, I was too stupid and uncoordinated to play sports according to her, despite begging to do so, made hot dogs and spaghetti-o's for dinner unless dad was around (he traveled for work a lot), made us start cleaning the house when I was 4 (I was put in charge of all of the dusting at that age). Oh, and she played Nintendo all the time, I remember her hogging the console and playing "Ninja Kid" and "Castlevania" then bragging to us how she was better at video games . . .  Yes, she was a fattie. Easily 180 but claimed to be 135lbs. She was also convinced she and I were the same size when I was a teen, did all of my clothes shopping (even underwear, I was only allowed to wear underwear 2 sizes too big, stark white and granny panty style - only white bras, too and she just guessed my size). I was a size 3 or 5, but she was convinced I was a 14 at least. I had a 21" waist, for Christ's sake! She's slimmed down, but has a huge amount of visceral fat on her gut, and has the body of a chicken now, blames her gut and massive bingo wings (we're talking 18+ inches) on menopause, not shitty lifetime diet and alcoholism. Tries to squeeze into size 2 clothes when's she's clearly an 8 or 10. No one in the extended believes me or siblings because why would a mom do that to her kids? Needless to say, I don't talk to her anymore.