If there's any guilt it's on your end. But you don't have to worry about her anymore. She won't be bothering you because she doesn't remember you. Or any of it. She had me wipe her memory. And now instead of being her adopted son, instead of being able to call her mom and go to her whenever I need a hug or just someone to talk to, I am this random guy that she occasionally sees at the diner. She was hurting so much that she couldn't take it anymore. And now one of the most important people in my life sees me as a regular customer who happens to be nice.