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- Nov 27, 2023
The older I've gotten, the more I've come to terms with a hard to acknowledge reality: I don't like, love or respect my mother. I feel utterly cold and angry towards her. She is a person who was born without the capacity to feel happiness. For the over two decades I've known her she has never been happy. She was had few friends in her life (and currently has none), has never had any hobbies and has only began employed work in the last decade, so I have been the centre of her emotional life since I was born. When she began working I was the person she would confide in about every little drama she ever had and would expect support and advice on a level I didn't feel comfortable with as I couldn't understand her adult feelings as a child, but my comfort never entered her mind. It was almost as if I was her parent, as I would be the person she would run to with all her problems.
As long as I can remember my mother has been deeply introverted, extremely mercurial and lacking in confidence and self-esteem. She is prone to extreme rage and has shouted in my face many times and would hit me as a child. She pretends to want closeness with me, but never acknowledges my feelings if they are inconvenient to her agenda. For example, when I was working through my feelings of abandonment by my father, she would always try to downplay them as they triggered feelings of guilt in her. Whenever we argue I shut down and storm off, and when we come together again she forces a "kiss and make up" moment on me. She has never once sat me down to discuss anything substantial about our relationship or how to fix the communication in our relationship; any conversation like that has always been initiated by me. She is incapable of a sincere apology or emotional intimacy that isn't dependent on me enmeshing with her and capitulating to her unconditionally. She likes to be superior to others - she is ruthless when discussing her work colleagues for example, and constantly makes nasty comments about others, including family members. She digs incessantly about my physical appearance, such as commenting how my lips look like raw meat or how my breasts are too big for my frame, and she stares at them quite often like she's scrutinizing my figure. When I was a teenager her rages scared me and often reduced me to tears, and she would always blame me for any fights we had as I failed to communicate with her. As I've aged and started setting boundaries and communicating, her goalpost has shifted into "You're never happy with me, I can only do my best, you're always complaning, etc."
As a child I couldn't see through her at all, and genuinely thought she was my best friend. She has her good points, and my feelings of anger towards her have caused me guilt and shame, which is probably why this reality has taken me a decade to acknowledge. If I ever bring up a problem with her she downplays it by saying I do it to. She oscillates from being warm and praising me, telling me I'm her favourite person, to calling me an abuser, a gaslighter, that she's fed up with me. I've asked her to tell me what can I do in concrete terms to improve and she can't provide me with anything, despite the nasty names she calls me. During this particular conversation she admitted to being deeply lonely and miserable and blamed her behaviour on these feelings, but has made no effort to change how or she acts and still appears to be incapabale of seeing through herself (which is ironic given how critical she is of others). She's also deeply invested in New Age spirituality which to me seems like tomfoolery for utterly self-absorbed emotionally immature cranks, which I think she is.
We came home today from a trip to see family in my country's capital, and the experience has finally solidified feelings I've contained for years. I cannot keep going through this cycle our relationship being friendly and warm to episodes of explosive fighting on her part. I went clothes shopping with her and my uncle and she did everything she could to spoil it, either by rushing me, saying the clothes I want (not fast fashion) don't exist, that my tastes are too posh, that the prices are too high, that she was tired and menopausal etc. I spent one hour inside a single shop when I desperately need clothes (accompanied by much grumbling from her), yet spent 2-3 hours trapsing through shops for her when she already owns a mountain of clothes she never wears. She is only happy when she is the centre of attention. I had been looking forward to this trip for weeks so I was furious with her when she got home that evening, and flew into a rage when she made another dig about my eating habits to my uncle (she likes to monitor what I eat and quizzes me often as to whether I've ordered fast food that day, for example, or tuts and sighs if I buy chocolate). This morning she trotted out her usual rigmaroll of "I don't want to fight with her, give me a kiss and a hug" which I did as we were returning home in an hour and I needed to pack. When I got home she was very sweet, but when I tried to bring up her behaviour the mask dropped and the we descended into a screaming match, with her pinning all the blame for everything on me.
I can't go on like this, but I have nowhere else to go. I lost my job in September and rent is astronomical in my country. None of my friends live in my town and my other family live quite far away. There also no homeless services/emergency accomodation I could avail of either. I'm in my final year of college and planning to begin my MA next year and I am financially dependent on her until then, though I have been trying to find jobs since September and nothing has panned out. If any Kiwi has been in my situation, do you have any advice as to how to deal with a parent like this? I intend to go no - contact once I'm fully independent (working, own my own car, living away from home), but given the economic state of my country I'm not sure when that will be, but it won't be feasible at least until autumn of next year (I'm hoping to live with my uncle while doing my MA, so I will be away from her). I just don't know how much longer I can deal with this and I have no one else to turn to. If anyone can help I would really appreciate it.
As long as I can remember my mother has been deeply introverted, extremely mercurial and lacking in confidence and self-esteem. She is prone to extreme rage and has shouted in my face many times and would hit me as a child. She pretends to want closeness with me, but never acknowledges my feelings if they are inconvenient to her agenda. For example, when I was working through my feelings of abandonment by my father, she would always try to downplay them as they triggered feelings of guilt in her. Whenever we argue I shut down and storm off, and when we come together again she forces a "kiss and make up" moment on me. She has never once sat me down to discuss anything substantial about our relationship or how to fix the communication in our relationship; any conversation like that has always been initiated by me. She is incapable of a sincere apology or emotional intimacy that isn't dependent on me enmeshing with her and capitulating to her unconditionally. She likes to be superior to others - she is ruthless when discussing her work colleagues for example, and constantly makes nasty comments about others, including family members. She digs incessantly about my physical appearance, such as commenting how my lips look like raw meat or how my breasts are too big for my frame, and she stares at them quite often like she's scrutinizing my figure. When I was a teenager her rages scared me and often reduced me to tears, and she would always blame me for any fights we had as I failed to communicate with her. As I've aged and started setting boundaries and communicating, her goalpost has shifted into "You're never happy with me, I can only do my best, you're always complaning, etc."
As a child I couldn't see through her at all, and genuinely thought she was my best friend. She has her good points, and my feelings of anger towards her have caused me guilt and shame, which is probably why this reality has taken me a decade to acknowledge. If I ever bring up a problem with her she downplays it by saying I do it to. She oscillates from being warm and praising me, telling me I'm her favourite person, to calling me an abuser, a gaslighter, that she's fed up with me. I've asked her to tell me what can I do in concrete terms to improve and she can't provide me with anything, despite the nasty names she calls me. During this particular conversation she admitted to being deeply lonely and miserable and blamed her behaviour on these feelings, but has made no effort to change how or she acts and still appears to be incapabale of seeing through herself (which is ironic given how critical she is of others). She's also deeply invested in New Age spirituality which to me seems like tomfoolery for utterly self-absorbed emotionally immature cranks, which I think she is.
We came home today from a trip to see family in my country's capital, and the experience has finally solidified feelings I've contained for years. I cannot keep going through this cycle our relationship being friendly and warm to episodes of explosive fighting on her part. I went clothes shopping with her and my uncle and she did everything she could to spoil it, either by rushing me, saying the clothes I want (not fast fashion) don't exist, that my tastes are too posh, that the prices are too high, that she was tired and menopausal etc. I spent one hour inside a single shop when I desperately need clothes (accompanied by much grumbling from her), yet spent 2-3 hours trapsing through shops for her when she already owns a mountain of clothes she never wears. She is only happy when she is the centre of attention. I had been looking forward to this trip for weeks so I was furious with her when she got home that evening, and flew into a rage when she made another dig about my eating habits to my uncle (she likes to monitor what I eat and quizzes me often as to whether I've ordered fast food that day, for example, or tuts and sighs if I buy chocolate). This morning she trotted out her usual rigmaroll of "I don't want to fight with her, give me a kiss and a hug" which I did as we were returning home in an hour and I needed to pack. When I got home she was very sweet, but when I tried to bring up her behaviour the mask dropped and the we descended into a screaming match, with her pinning all the blame for everything on me.
I can't go on like this, but I have nowhere else to go. I lost my job in September and rent is astronomical in my country. None of my friends live in my town and my other family live quite far away. There also no homeless services/emergency accomodation I could avail of either. I'm in my final year of college and planning to begin my MA next year and I am financially dependent on her until then, though I have been trying to find jobs since September and nothing has panned out. If any Kiwi has been in my situation, do you have any advice as to how to deal with a parent like this? I intend to go no - contact once I'm fully independent (working, own my own car, living away from home), but given the economic state of my country I'm not sure when that will be, but it won't be feasible at least until autumn of next year (I'm hoping to live with my uncle while doing my MA, so I will be away from her). I just don't know how much longer I can deal with this and I have no one else to turn to. If anyone can help I would really appreciate it.