I don't know how to explain my relationship with my mother. It seems like, no matter how awful your upbringing was, she's still your mom, and speaking poorly of her earns you looks of disgust. Or skeptical smirks. There's really not a way to say anything without feeling judged. Unless you have physical scars, it really "wasn't that bad
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I get you, completely. My mom was an alcoholic with two personalities. She was the cause of the saying "When she's good, she's very, very good. When she's bad, she's hell on wheels". My father would take us kids out of the house when she was drunk to make sure we lived through the experience.
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I feel for you for the situation with your mother. At least with mine, it was something I could distance myself from. She was more negligent than anything, so cliche "had to grow up too fast" or whatever, I was still able to deal with it as best I could. Even now, this wouldn't be as big of a deal if it weren't for the impending protocol decisions. But the swirling mess of this family follows me even when I put as much distance between us as possible.
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Congratulations on the engagement!
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My thinking is, if we end up having to invite her, I'm going to make it plain that her fiance (that she was engaged to after knowing for two months and is a "former" user as well) is not welcome, and that she has to fund her own travel costs and hotel room. If we have to help out, it'll be for the return portion of the ticket. Even then, I'm salty about the fact that she'll get to "beam with pride" about her first-born marrying such a wonderful man, like she had anything to do with any of it ( ... )
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Deactivated. I just can't right now.
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