My mother suffers from depression, and has all my life. I got quite worried about her over New Years as she called me bawling saying she had ruined my life....by not grounding me enough when I was younger. I got her to agree to call her doctor the next day because her meds obviously weren't working. She said she would call me back, but didn't.
She's always been like this to some extent. I think she may have (and may still be) tried/trying to live vicariously through me as she was abused as a child and wasn't allowed to do the things she wanted.
We are very, very, very different people. She's a lipophobe, to begin with. She can't understand that I am happy with my life because she wouldn't be. She's very, very concerned that I have so many cats (this is why I can never tell her anything, because all she does is worry). She doesn't understand about the nonprofit. I'd think most people would be happy if their kids did charity work. Ack, it is so hard.
I have heard people say that their mothers are their best friends and they talk to them all the time. I dread talking to my mother, and I think she knows that, and I feel bad about it. Ugh.
Just venting...
She's always been like this to some extent. I think she may have (and may still be) tried/trying to live vicariously through me as she was abused as a child and wasn't allowed to do the things she wanted.
We are very, very, very different people. She's a lipophobe, to begin with. She can't understand that I am happy with my life because she wouldn't be. She's very, very concerned that I have so many cats (this is why I can never tell her anything, because all she does is worry). She doesn't understand about the nonprofit. I'd think most people would be happy if their kids did charity work. Ack, it is so hard.
I have heard people say that their mothers are their best friends and they talk to them all the time. I dread talking to my mother, and I think she knows that, and I feel bad about it. Ugh.
Just venting...
