My mom is unbelievable. In the midst of my divorce, three weeks after my dad passed away, two weeks after my miscarriage, my mom came to tell me that I am acting like I was as a teenager and that this is her last time ever talking to me. Then she wanted me to sit while she lectured me about how "bad" I am, and told me that she was not going to ask for the gratitude she deserves. I told her to save it and get out.
In a way, I am soooo glad I never have to see her again. She is so negative, critical, and yet soooooo saintly - after she cuts you down, she wants you to treat her like a martyr. When I moved in with my brother, I was kind of nervous how things would go. She's been telling me that I'm better off with stbxh, that my brother is going to be nasty to me (he isn't) and that it would be better if I could find an apartment (she knows I can't afford it). When she's over, she follows me around the kitchen and tells me all the food that needs to be thrown out or used, etc. Rolls her eyes at how dirty everything is (it isn't). Oh yeah, and when I was pregnant, in the same breath, she told me girls were 60%-70% trouble (she always reminds me how terrible a daughter I was/am) and that she wishes I had a girl.
Not once has she ever asked me how I was doing.
I was going to post about her because I was totally apalled by how bad of an influence she was to my ds. She has such a weird passive-aggressive vibe. My ds and her two other grandchildren all become aggressive around her. It's difficult to explain.
A bit of background: I had a really messed up childhood, and when I became a teenager, I acted out. I was expressing my anger for the first time. But I never got into drugs, didn't have boyfriends or anything. I think it was pretty typical teenage rebellion. Yelled at my mom, but still had like a 3.8 gpa. Okay, I was a nerd. But for my mom, that is who I really am. She wants to see me in the worst light. To this day, she reminds me of that time. At the same time, she's done so much to let me down.
I say good riddance. I just wish her timing was better. I'm having THE talk with my stbxh this weekend, and am really nervous about it. I burst out in tears the other day just realizing how everything is going to end. There's like a million things on my mind right now.
But in a way, I think that's why my mom chose now to tell me it's over. I'm so vulnerable, maybe she thought I would beg her to stay.
I could use a little