Post # 1
My mom is a fruit basket. She nvr used to b this way but the last couple years she has gone off the deep end. I’ve been disowned by her (for becoming an adult I.e. refusing to hav an abortion) but yet I’m ALWAYS the topic of conversation when I’m not around. She has turned into such a bitter angry woman. Even my dad is getting fed up (although I have to say if he had treated her better when we were younger she might nt b so angry). Idk but am I alone? Is my mom the only one missing a few screws (lord I love my mother but she needs some help). Please ladies rant away so I don’t feel so alone!
Post # 3
@babypearls: my mother is just incredibly insensitive. Always had that “we’ll that’s life get over it” attitude. Even when it came to me almost dying in sexual assault… I swear I used to hate her for it but I’m getting used to it now I truly don’t think she can help it
Post # 4
@babypearls: My mom went further into the deep end about a decade ago. She’s completely gone. So far the only way I’ve found to deal with it is to move far away and always look at the caller id on my phone.
Post # 5
I’m okay as long as I live several hours from her and only visit 3-4 times a year (for no more than 2 days at a time).
Post # 6
@renwoman: yea that’s what I had to do. I’m sooo happy I did bcz it’s soo much more peaceful now.
Post # 7
Geez, I wonder what my daughter says about me?
Post # 8
@babypearls: My mother’s not a fruit basket, but she is cold and bitter. She resented me for decades because when I was born she lost her freedom and my father never stopped going to the bar every night. He was almost never home. I don’t actually have one “family dinner” memory from my childhood, other than holidays. However, this is apparently all my fault and my sister is Saint A******, who never could do anything wrong. My sister is 3 1/2 years younger than me. When she wanted to go sleep with my mom, she was allowed. I was not. I often attempted and got sent back to bed alone. Once I fell asleep on the bathroom floor while my mom was taking a shower. She hand made a quilt for my sister. Not for me. She crocheted a christmas stocking for my sister, not for me. My sister wanted ballerina wallpaper in her room, she got it. I got none. That was my entire childhood. And she wonders why I moved out when I was 14…
Even today, my sister is allowed to drive my mom’s car, I’m not. My mom sends her money, plans visits with her and even though I live only 2 1/2 hours south of my sister they won’t come see us, my mother bends over backwards for my sister every chance she gets. To hug my mother is the strangest feeling in the world. I can see that she feels badly about the way that she treated me for the first 25 years of my life and she randomly attempts to make up for it, but it’s so obviously forced. If I don’t call her she doesn’t call me. Ironically I’m the one who attempts to have a relationship with my mother, while my sister (who is 33 now) uses her like a taxi (when she comes home) and an ATM. She will literally expect my mother to drive an hour to pick her up from the airport, take her to lunch, drive her to her friend’s house in that same city and drop her off. Then when she wants to go visit other friends my mother picks her up and drives her to the other city where they live and drops her off. She might spend one day of every vacation actually with my mother. All she cares about is getting together with her high school friends. And my mother still followers her around like she’s the best thing since sliced bread. She has never verbally acknowledged that she treated me like a worthless old blanket for my entire childhood and I don’t expect that she ever will.