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jazzy0710
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Good morning everyone;
I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas. Myself, not so much unfortunately…
I’m 30 years old and my Mother has treated me like garbage for most of my life. A therapist I was seeing at one time told me that she really should have got help a very long time ago because she’s beyond emotionally unstable.
I remember once when I was 4 years old, I was sitting on the floor coloring at the coffee table and drinking some grape juice. I reached over to pull some crayons out and as I did that I accidentally knocked the grape juice onto our carpet. When she saw what I had done I apologized to her profusely but it was like she blacked out and gave me one of the worst beatings I’ve ever got.
She’s said some very terrible things to both me and my older Brother. When I was 9 years old there was something I really wanted to do and has asked a couple of times but never got an answer. One day while she was cleaning I asked her again very politely. She turned around and screamed that if my Brother and I didn’t smarten the **** up that he and I would both be leaving our apartment on stretchers.
My teenage years were no better. She always had something to criticize me for from my hair, to my teeth, to my weight to the people I hung out with.
My adult years have definitely been much worse. When I got engaged she really freaked out and felt that I was screwing up my academic career and would drop out of College. I finished College and graduated in the top 10 of my class with and 87.8% average but that still wasn’t good enough for her. Once the wedding planning begun she really tried to control a lot of things and I told her politely to back off and then she called me a bunch of names and told me she wasn’t going.
One day she decided that she wanted a grandchild and started buying baby clothes like crazy. She bought both genders but mostly boys. My Dad was really annoyed because over a 2 year period she’d spent well over 800.00 on clothing,
When I finally did get pregnant my husband and I didn’t want to know the gender. This didn’t sit well with her. She demanded that we find out the gender and that she was going to be in the delivery room. I told her no. She kept buying more and more clothes and kept sending them to my house and my husband and I became so overwhelmed with clothing that we opted to find out the gender so we would start getting rid of stuff. Thankfully we had a boy though so a lot of it we could use. She was overjoyed that we were having a boy because she said that was what she wanted and that she liked boys much better. When she found out about our name choice she really blew her lid. She said we had asbolutely no business using a namesake and that we should be giving him his own identity. I honestly think she was just jealous because we weren’t using one of her family names so my husband and I threw in one of her family names as a second middle name just to shut her up.
Anyway. My son is 2 years old now and she’s been a pretty good Grandmother to him for the most part. However because he was Autism and is a lot of work some days anytime my husband and I mention another child in the future she really gives us a hard time about it saying that it wouldn’t be fair to our son, what if the other child has Autism too, how will you afford it, etc etc.
Sorry for the rambling lol but I’d like to share the latest that has me feeling really down.
Growing up, I don’t remember my Mother ever having many friends and the ones that she did, well they had issues. One of her friends was married to a man that has been in a boating accident. This woman had a gambling addiction which cost them almost everything. That couple moved away eventually. She had another friend who was a waitress and was married to a fisherman. This lady too had a gambling addiction and the lost almost everything and had to move. Then she had another friend. An aboriginal woman and her common law hubby and son. They lived next door to us for a while. This woman had a severe drug and alcohol addiction as did her man. The two of them would go on 2 day drinking binges leaving their kid at home and we would end up with their kid. That woman comitted suicide a few years ago and her man left her a few years before that. Her son is grown up and on his own. She has one friend now and this woman had a severe gambling addiction that was so bad that she lost her house. Before she lost her house she was divorced and she’s been catfished as well.
One thing that all of these so called friends had in common with one another is that they used my Mother and took advantage of her. However her current friend has been the worst for taking advantage of her. She’s taken a very large sum of money from my mother and always calls her when she’s having a crisis regardless of how bad the timing is. I remember when my Grandmother died in 2011 her friend called her up and needed her for something and my Mom was clearly stressed out about it because we were trying to make funeral arrangements but my Mom of course bailed on our family to go deal with her friend’s crisis.
Her friend lives in a seniors building now and had a stoke a little over a month ago. She unfortunately was laying on the floor for over 4 hours before someone found her. She’s been in a special rehab centre since and she’s not able to walk right now.
I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas. Myself, not so much unfortunately…
I’m 30 years old and my Mother has treated me like garbage for most of my life. A therapist I was seeing at one time told me that she really should have got help a very long time ago because she’s beyond emotionally unstable.
I remember once when I was 4 years old, I was sitting on the floor coloring at the coffee table and drinking some grape juice. I reached over to pull some crayons out and as I did that I accidentally knocked the grape juice onto our carpet. When she saw what I had done I apologized to her profusely but it was like she blacked out and gave me one of the worst beatings I’ve ever got.
She’s said some very terrible things to both me and my older Brother. When I was 9 years old there was something I really wanted to do and has asked a couple of times but never got an answer. One day while she was cleaning I asked her again very politely. She turned around and screamed that if my Brother and I didn’t smarten the **** up that he and I would both be leaving our apartment on stretchers.
My teenage years were no better. She always had something to criticize me for from my hair, to my teeth, to my weight to the people I hung out with.
My adult years have definitely been much worse. When I got engaged she really freaked out and felt that I was screwing up my academic career and would drop out of College. I finished College and graduated in the top 10 of my class with and 87.8% average but that still wasn’t good enough for her. Once the wedding planning begun she really tried to control a lot of things and I told her politely to back off and then she called me a bunch of names and told me she wasn’t going.
One day she decided that she wanted a grandchild and started buying baby clothes like crazy. She bought both genders but mostly boys. My Dad was really annoyed because over a 2 year period she’d spent well over 800.00 on clothing,
When I finally did get pregnant my husband and I didn’t want to know the gender. This didn’t sit well with her. She demanded that we find out the gender and that she was going to be in the delivery room. I told her no. She kept buying more and more clothes and kept sending them to my house and my husband and I became so overwhelmed with clothing that we opted to find out the gender so we would start getting rid of stuff. Thankfully we had a boy though so a lot of it we could use. She was overjoyed that we were having a boy because she said that was what she wanted and that she liked boys much better. When she found out about our name choice she really blew her lid. She said we had asbolutely no business using a namesake and that we should be giving him his own identity. I honestly think she was just jealous because we weren’t using one of her family names so my husband and I threw in one of her family names as a second middle name just to shut her up.
Anyway. My son is 2 years old now and she’s been a pretty good Grandmother to him for the most part. However because he was Autism and is a lot of work some days anytime my husband and I mention another child in the future she really gives us a hard time about it saying that it wouldn’t be fair to our son, what if the other child has Autism too, how will you afford it, etc etc.
Sorry for the rambling lol but I’d like to share the latest that has me feeling really down.
Growing up, I don’t remember my Mother ever having many friends and the ones that she did, well they had issues. One of her friends was married to a man that has been in a boating accident. This woman had a gambling addiction which cost them almost everything. That couple moved away eventually. She had another friend who was a waitress and was married to a fisherman. This lady too had a gambling addiction and the lost almost everything and had to move. Then she had another friend. An aboriginal woman and her common law hubby and son. They lived next door to us for a while. This woman had a severe drug and alcohol addiction as did her man. The two of them would go on 2 day drinking binges leaving their kid at home and we would end up with their kid. That woman comitted suicide a few years ago and her man left her a few years before that. Her son is grown up and on his own. She has one friend now and this woman had a severe gambling addiction that was so bad that she lost her house. Before she lost her house she was divorced and she’s been catfished as well.
One thing that all of these so called friends had in common with one another is that they used my Mother and took advantage of her. However her current friend has been the worst for taking advantage of her. She’s taken a very large sum of money from my mother and always calls her when she’s having a crisis regardless of how bad the timing is. I remember when my Grandmother died in 2011 her friend called her up and needed her for something and my Mom was clearly stressed out about it because we were trying to make funeral arrangements but my Mom of course bailed on our family to go deal with her friend’s crisis.
Her friend lives in a seniors building now and had a stoke a little over a month ago. She unfortunately was laying on the floor for over 4 hours before someone found her. She’s been in a special rehab centre since and she’s not able to walk right now.
