My Mother
Sorry for the less than cheery post, but I have to get this off my mind.
My mom called me last week. It was pretty awful. It started with a call to tell me she changed her phone number, which I didn't think much of because she moved recently. Then she called back to insist that I not give her number to anyone and I asked her if everything was alright. She wouldn't explain what was happening except for her getting strange numbers on her caller ID. Then she calls back a 3rd time (this time I didn't answer)to tell me that she was extremely hurt by the fact that I called my uncle when she had me take her to the ER about 3-4 years ago. I had no business calling Her family and that I lied to the family about what was happening to her. Needless to say I called her back and we got into a screaming match where she told me never to give her number, to anyone including my uncle, even if she was on her deathbed. I think there was another jab in there at how horrible a daughter I am and the like.
I can't help but get upset over things like this. John was very supportive that night and I've let it roll off my back since then. I can't help but worry about her. When I took her to the ER she was severely dehydrated and had no food in the house. I know it's really not my place to take care of her, especially since she doesn't want the help. It scares me though, since she's cutting herself off from everyone so drastically.
It's an ongoing struggle to walk the fine line between being a daughter and keeping my space. I've worked so hard in trying to undo so much that she put into my head as a child.