But the second I say, maybe she’s hurt, she LASHES OUT. Volatile explosions and telling me to get out and insults and guilt. I can’t tell her. So I feel paralyzed. Am I crazy?! Or is this so wrong??
Eventually, you have to say, “Mom, I am an adult. I don’t let people talk to me the way you’re talking to me. Stop it, don’t do it again, or I’ll do what I do to any other adult who talks to me like that, which is to get up and leave the first few times and then just avoid them altogether if they won’t come around and decide to respect what kind of treatment I will and won’t allow. I’m your daughter, but I am also an adult human being with the right to decide what kind of treatment I will and won’t tolerate. Period. Yelling at me won’t change that; I am done with being yelled at in this lifetime. Had my limit. Done. Your choice is to accept that or not, but you don’t get to choose the consequences of how you behave. You get to choose how you behave based on the consequences.”
So far, only your mother has had the authority to decide what sort of consequences others in the family will get
from her for violating
her boundaries. She does not accept the kind of treatment she dishes out, after all, right? This isn’t just a difference over how much yelling constitutes no more than a heated discussion, right? No, she doesn’t accept being treated the way she’s treating others. That is just wrong. You know that; don’t be talked out of it.
You’re a grown-up now, though. It is time to decide what your boundaries are, what consequences you impose to those who deliberately and unapologetically decide to violate them, and whether or not you are adult enough to expect the kind of respect for yourself that you’d certainly defend if you were watching her do this to anyone else.
The standard is to “love your neighbor as yourself,” remember, not to “love your neighbor and not yourself.”
I’m sorry to say it, but your mother seems bound and determined to drive you to exactly the same solution that she’s driven your sister to choose: insist on being treated with respect and refuse contact with even a mother who unapologetically refuses to even try to meet that standard.
You will probably marry and have children some day. You cannot allow your mother to treat them that way or to treat you that way in front of them. That is child abuse. Draw the line now, and maybe just maybe your mother will accept that she needs to change in time to have a relationship with your children. Rome was not built in a day. It is a hard road you’re facing, but it won’t get easier if you put off the inevitable.