My Mother...?

I recently moved to New York to live with my biological dad. This transition worked for everybody involved, except for my mom. She seems to have taken it personally that I moved away. The facts that when I moved, I had already graduated high school and was only 3 months away from being 18, which is when I would have moved out anyways, seem lost on her. So, it appears she has taken my moving out to be some sort of personal insult to her, and has waged a war against me, vowing revenge through her twisted game of personal vendetta. She is making every detail about my move into something bigger than it ever should be, and has turned what was once an anticipated trip back down to Florida to retrieve the last of my stuff into an impending nightmare. And through it all, I have tried very hard, and rather successfully I might add, to remain as civil as possible, and to let her be the callous one. But even still, as I call her at least once a day, send her emails sporadically…just to say hello,