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Ugh, so I asked my mom to move in with me. I thought I could use the extra help because I have crazy hours and need someone to watch over my daughter (who is 15) and desperately needed help help with the rent. She has been moved in since ?January? and I am going crazy. She banters and rants, never stopping, and picking on every little word and analyzing it in disagreement. She creates conflict because she is used to it and wants it in her life; I have a choice to respond sanely or react with emotion. Guess what I choose? Well, need-less-to-say, I regress recreating my teenage days reenacting and reacting to her Chinese water torture via manipulative meanderings around the house. It is as if I am kept prisoner in my room with her as guard in the kitchen. Yes, she lurks in the kitchen constantly moving random items here and there with no real directionality. Lacking skills to relax and breathe she thrives on constant agitation and relishes in gossiping about the latest emotional disruption one of her children has thrown at her.
The house has been quiet and relaxing now that she has worked two twelve hour shifts and is going to work another tomorrow. I look forward to this time where I can sit relaxed in the living room and not be nagged or pestered by idle ponderings that often are senseless.
I am also at a complete loss as to her ineptness at anything modern. I find myself printing or drawing her maps to a store five blocks away. Getting random frantic texts about a malfunctioning modem or printer that is easily repaired as soon as I step into the house. Then she wants to argue with me about birthing babies?? I am in medical school and have learned all this f**king crap spending hours studying and memorizing to have her tell me something I know is completely wrong! ACK!
I am not sure if I can live like this much longer... but do have to leave for a five week rotation so that should be peaceful. Hopefully the house wont be completely converted into her dwelling space when I get back. (Oh, she also loves to put up items that I would rather not have in my house...think glow in the dark crucified jesuses!)
and she hasn't paid a dime of rent money either.
Moral: Parents need to live separately from their children once they have trained their children to be independent beings no longer needing any further nurturing if any was given in the first place!"
MY AUNT SARA IS HILARIOUS
Ugh, so I asked my mom to move in with me. I thought I could use the extra help because I have crazy hours and need someone to watch over my daughter (who is 15) and desperately needed help help with the rent. She has been moved in since ?January? and I am going crazy. She banters and rants, never stopping, and picking on every little word and analyzing it in disagreement. She creates conflict because she is used to it and wants it in her life; I have a choice to respond sanely or react with emotion. Guess what I choose? Well, need-less-to-say, I regress recreating my teenage days reenacting and reacting to her Chinese water torture via manipulative meanderings around the house. It is as if I am kept prisoner in my room with her as guard in the kitchen. Yes, she lurks in the kitchen constantly moving random items here and there with no real directionality. Lacking skills to relax and breathe she thrives on constant agitation and relishes in gossiping about the latest emotional disruption one of her children has thrown at her.
The house has been quiet and relaxing now that she has worked two twelve hour shifts and is going to work another tomorrow. I look forward to this time where I can sit relaxed in the living room and not be nagged or pestered by idle ponderings that often are senseless.
I am also at a complete loss as to her ineptness at anything modern. I find myself printing or drawing her maps to a store five blocks away. Getting random frantic texts about a malfunctioning modem or printer that is easily repaired as soon as I step into the house. Then she wants to argue with me about birthing babies?? I am in medical school and have learned all this f**king crap spending hours studying and memorizing to have her tell me something I know is completely wrong! ACK!
I am not sure if I can live like this much longer... but do have to leave for a five week rotation so that should be peaceful. Hopefully the house wont be completely converted into her dwelling space when I get back. (Oh, she also loves to put up items that I would rather not have in my house...think glow in the dark crucified jesuses!)
and she hasn't paid a dime of rent money either.
Moral: Parents need to live separately from their children once they have trained their children to be independent beings no longer needing any further nurturing if any was given in the first place!"
MY AUNT SARA IS HILARIOUS