Now it's my mum
In the past I have used here to vent about and ask advice on family and friend relationships. Today I am mostly venting... and I guess looking for advice on whether or not I am being assertive or bitchy.
Brief history of mum (to expain why she is the way she is):
- Dumped on her grandparents from 4 - 14 because her parents divorced = lots of resentment toward her parents and grandparents
- Had me at 17 and has admitted she had me so she could have "her own family that would love and support her unconditionally"
- Had my brothers to an abusive, off the planet tyrant.
- History of physical, sexual and emotional abuse.
- In the last 10 years she has jumped the fence, moved to an area she hates for work and to support / be around my son.
So since I was a child I have felt obligated to be there for her. She constantly expects me to hold her hand through everything. She wants to apply for a loan, but won't do it without me. She wants a new job, I'm expected to write up her resume. She wants to go shopping, I get groaned at if I have something else to do. When it comes to her helping out with my son, if I want her to babysit for a night, I make sure I don't ask for any favours or help for a month before hand so she doesn't feel taken for granted (her words). Most Grandmothers would jump at the chance to spend time with their only grandchild. Oh and just to top it off, my brothers and I are the reason she has no life, even though my youngest brother is 24 next birthday.
Lets jump to yesterday. I've been very good this week and am back on the anti-pot wagon. She decided she would do this too and yesterday was her first day without. I had a doctors appointment yesterday morning. This was my first GP appointment since being diagnosed with Psychogenic seizures. These are treated with psychiatry. To refer me to the public system, she needed to ask all the questions and dredge up all my past crap. It was emotional for me. I was supposed to head straight to mums after my doctor appointment. On the walk over there, my husband called and I ended up bawling my eyes out. While I was climbing the stairs, The bawling went from tears and sobs to wails. My brother ran out on to the top landing to see if I was ok. He asked me what was wrong and I collapsed on the stairs twice not knowing how to say what was getting to me. It took quite a bit of effort to get up the last flight of stairs. All I wanted to do was get to mums and be able to let it out for a bit, just wail away and maybe get a bit of empathy.
I get inside and hear a derisive "what's wrong now?" not being able to find tissues I went into the toilet for loo paper. She comes past and just looks at me with this half disgusted look. I managed to sob out "I just had to dredge through all my shit" she said "oh, is that all" and goes and sits down. This has eased my distress because I was so angry that she could lack compassion to that extent. I try to tall her why it hurts, she gets in a pissing contest with me over who's life is worse. Apparently mine is and always has been awesome because I have a husband that loves me and my son, while she couldn't keep a relationship for more than 4 years.
Hubby came to mums on his lunch break to give me a hug, which made mum more annoyed, though she wouldn't express it to him.
We had to go out after hubby left and I slowly started perking up (my hubby is the best). We had a pleasant time grabbing lunch and taking me where I needed to be. She started window shopping. Eventually I look at my watch and say "we better go or we won't meet (my son) off the bus". She drives us to meet the boys bus, and then took us to the local shops for hot chips (fat fries). While were driving there she starts whinging about how she hadn't been able to do anything that she wanted to get done. I explained the day wasn't over and we could at least get the computing she wanted done. She agreed.
We get back to mine, and my brother was going out to get some wacky tobaccy. He asked mum if she wanted. She responded "How much?". Since that question could relate to cost or quantity my brother responded with "what?". Again she simply said "How much?" with quite a snap to her voice. My bro asked "how much what?" she replied the same way getting angrier. This went on one or 2 more times. I tried to mediate the conversation. Mum said "don't ****ing worry about it" so my brother left. Next thing I know mum is packing up her bits and pieces with the complete shits mumbling something about just ****ing off... something about her being such a pain in the arse... I didn't want to know. So she left.
My brother came back and the venting began. Neither of us could figure out what her problem was which led to venting in general about her, and how much she
drives everyone nuts. At some point, she comes back to get her laptop. I say nothing to her and she leaves...
Then the texts begin.
She had been eaves dropping on our venting. She writes this message about keeping her counsel and some other random stuff. Meanwhile my bro gets a nasty message from her too.
I told her I was still hurting from the lack of compassion I received earlier. Next thing I know we are in this full on text argument ( I didn't want to ring her because I knew I wouldn't be able to be assertive on any level). She continues with how hard it was for her raising me on her own and how no one would help her (really mum? Then why did nan take me every weekend for 2 years so you could have a life?) She tried many times to make excuses for her lack of compassion, at one point claiming she was just trying to get me over it so we could go and do what we needed to do, and kept trying to do the "my life is worse than yours because I never got to do what to do what I wanted and never had support, even though I was happy to have 3 kids to losers that wouldn't stand by me". For the first time ever I didn't cop it lying down. I told her it wasn't my fault that I had support. I also told her it wasn't my fault that I held her back. I tried my "I" statements ( so not the right time) and I told her frequently that I do love her, regardless of the heat of the moment.4
She has been such a drain on me and is very good at creating drama. I decided at the beginning of the year to remove all external drama from my life. I have removed a drama addicted friend out of my life, put my violent brother in his place and mum is the last piece of that. She now refuses to talk to me and most likely expects me to apologise because she is the mother. If I was 16 I could understand that but I am thirty-bloody-two.
Venting done. Bravo to anyone who read the lot. I really needed to get that out of my system.
'People are never perfect but love can be. People waste time looking for the perfect lover rather than creating the perfect love' - Princess Leigh-Cheri from Still Life With Woodpecker.