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| Maternal Invasion Part Deux |
| 06.25.05 (1:14 pm) [edit] |
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The mother came over this morning *unannounced* while I was out. She called me and asked if I was still in bed, to which I advised her I was running an errand. She was back to 'fix' the dryer. (Ahem) So I turn around and come home (popping a preventative Klonapin on the way). I give her the birthday card I had for her to which she starts critiquing the Mother's Day card I had given her. (Gee thanks) Then I give her some pictures I had printed out for her for the Tom Jones concert (which she left behind). Finally, I gave her the picture of me in a frame to which (MY JAW DROPPING) she said she "loved it" about 10 times and gave me a hug. Then all hell breaks loose. She starts in on how she wants to edge the yard and that it's a disgrace compared to the neighbors, etc. (I had just done it a week ago). I told her (politely) "No thank you." She kept on. I said "For the second time, No thank you." Thus began the scene. How I'm ungrateful and abusing her. (Huh?) I told her that I had told her a billion times that I would take care of my own yard and that if I needed her assistance, I would ask for it but her repetitive attempts at badgering me about issues would not help matters. In fact, it was reminding me why I don't reach out to her for help. And I mentioned that I was taking Klonapin whenever I was encountering her to aide me in dealing with her. (I'm sure she just LOVED that!) She went on and on. I held my ground. She started babbling about comparing her notes on her calendar about whatever I've written in my journal lately. (Whatever!) Off she stomped, leaving all of her things behind. I just put my earbuds back in my ears, sucked on my iced green tea, and read my book. I'm debating between getting a wee bit alcoholically-saturated or blowing my diet. Haven't decided yet... Once again, thanks Klonapin! I can only imagine how the scene would have been without you. |
posted by: kreativekat (reply)
post date: 06.25.05 (12:47 pm)
ooohhh my!! what is it about mother's and their badgering their daughters. My mom can't stop talking. It's like she needs to fill the empty lulls, but why does she need to fill it with such negative crap. I so empathize with you. My mom read my journal several times too. Can I have a few of them magic pills too ? ;)
posted by: kreativekat (reply)
post date: 06.25.05 (12:49 pm)
ohh and there is a reason why i choose to live on the opposite side of the city than my mom. to prevent those "pop overs" of her coming over without warning.
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 06.25.05 (2:27 pm)
Reply to: kreativekat
She read my journals constantly when I lived at home.
Funny thing is now, I keep all my old journals locked in a trunk and when I go out of town, I put my 'current' journal locked up in it too... To this day, I still hide my journal. Some things just don't change...
posted by: SweetDiva (reply)
post date: 06.25.05 (4:43 pm)
haha @ kat!
thank goodness my mom can't drive, so all she can do is call
dang scubs .... I just don't know what to say about you and your moms .... best of luck? hope it gets better.
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 06.26.05 (2:53 am)
Reply to: SweetDiva
Like I said, thank goodness for Klonapin.
You mean other people don't have to medicate themselves before they visit with their mother? (haha)
posted by: NurseNancy (reply)
post date: 06.26.05 (4:47 am)
after I realized that I can never change my mother and that she will never change, it was like a huge weight off my shoulders. Yard needs doing? Mom wants to do it? You feel too lousy to do it? I say let her! Will she ask for your soul in return? probably, but in your new mind set of accepting her for what and who she is, you won't care!! Good Luck!!
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 06.26.05 (9:25 am)
Reply to: NurseNancy
It has to do with autonomy and independence for me. If I can't keep up my home/yard, I don't need to be in it.
And, if I let her do the yard, it's a subtle slippery slope where she will be redoing my entire house.
She went thru my trash while I was gone - making commentary later on something that was in my trashcan (fast food bag) that had actually been left in my yard the night before. I haven't had fast food since high school... but she STILL had to make commentary.
posted by: onebadjen (reply)
post date: 06.27.05 (5:44 am)
aren't mothers fun?
posted by: NurseNancy (reply)
post date: 06.27.05 (12:40 pm)
wow, she does get into a lot of your stuff! the trash, are you serious?
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 06.27.05 (12:59 pm)
Reply to: NurseNancy
I can't make this stuff up...
Maybe I should put a bag full of used condoms in there to 'discourage' her further digging?
Wouldn't that be a RIOT????
posted by: NurseNancy (reply)
post date: 06.29.05 (12:27 pm)
why would she go through the garbage in the 1st place?
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 06.29.05 (12:46 pm)
Reply to: NurseNancy
Nosey. She loves to make commentary on my food choices.
posted by: NurseNancy (reply)
post date: 06.30.05 (2:29 pm)
Reply to: ScubaDiva
can't she just ask you what you ate?
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 07.01.05 (1:01 pm)
Reply to: NurseNancy
That would be too easy... And she prefers to invade my privacy. (journals, personal effects, etc.)
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