Oh my, I recognise so much of this. Obviously your refusal to see Your Mom is just a silly little bit of belated teenage rebellion because you're Brain Damaged. So all she needs to do is to ignore it and ask you to run mundane errands. Then all will be as she wants it to be.
good for you for refusing to play the game! no, i dont have room to store *whatever* till *whoever* can come get it. no, i'm not going in that direction, so i cant take *whatever* to *whoever*.
You'd think if she were that worried about her "good Corningware", she'd have either made something and brought it over in one of those "take-away" plastic containers that are cheaper, and more cheaply made, than the "good stuff", or she would have cooked it in one of those disposable foil pans and brought it over in that. Either way, if she never gets it back she's not out anything. However, if she did it that way (you know, a way that actually makes sense), she wouldn't have anything to whine about, and she wouldn't have a "reason" to get me involved. Can't have that!
Bravo for managing communications with her, in a "the fewer the better" way.
(Not to mention that any item of "good Corningware" can be found at Goodwill or Value Village for under $5. I've added to my... don't want to call it a collection..., and also found pieces for friends. Or sent casseroles home with friends and then just replaced the dish.
The only one I'd want to not lose is the meat platter, golden wheat pattern, that a friend's family gave us as a "hostess gift" when their daughter spent some time with us at the lake one summer (her dad worked at Corning). Otherwise? Replaceable.)
(The other thing I've got good thrift-store karma for finding is copperclad Revere Ware...)
Nah, I already told the MU "You're a big girl. You know who has your stuff. If you want it, go get it, there's no reason to get me involved." That's when she started getting all "offended" (cue the violins) and offering to buy me lunch.
Gawd, the "mental pretzels" thing. That was actually one of my first clues that all was Not Right in my mother's (mental) world, when I realized that it was actually easier for me to accept reality at face value than it was to believe that everything was some giant conspiracy. To put it another way, it was much easier for me to just accept "you look nice today" than it was for me to believe that "they're only telling you that because they want something/they don't really mean it, they're actually making fun of you/etc" I find that the world is a much nicer place when I *don't* contort my worldview into a pretzel.
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So much fail here. Bah!
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some people take FOREVER to be taught!!
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(Not to mention that any item of "good Corningware" can be found at Goodwill or Value Village for under $5. I've added to my... don't want to call it a collection..., and also found pieces for friends. Or sent casseroles home with friends and then just replaced the dish.
The only one I'd want to not lose is the meat platter, golden wheat pattern, that a friend's family gave us as a "hostess gift" when their daughter spent some time with us at the lake one summer (her dad worked at Corning). Otherwise? Replaceable.)
(The other thing I've got good thrift-store karma for finding is copperclad Revere Ware...)
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Gawd, the "mental pretzels" thing. That was actually one of my first clues that all was Not Right in my mother's (mental) world, when I realized that it was actually easier for me to accept reality at face value than it was to believe that everything was some giant conspiracy. To put it another way, it was much easier for me to just accept "you look nice today" than it was for me to believe that "they're only telling you that because they want something/they don't really mean it, they're actually making fun of you/etc" I find that the world is a much nicer place when I *don't* contort my worldview into a pretzel.
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