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Ya’ll have always been so great whenever I’ve posted that I’m going to open up about a family situation that I’ve been dealing with all my life. Right now I need prayers and advice in large quantities.
The problem is my mother. Ever since I can remember she’s always had a temper…an disordered one. When I was a little girl this wasn’t as noticeable—probably because it wasn’t as bad. But even then there were things she did and things she said that were very childish. Things like telling us kids that it was our fault she lost her temper so much and that we would have to go to confession and confess making her so mad. Things like throwing our toys violently against the wall when she was mad about clutter…
When I was 15 I was diagnosed with a bone problem that was pretty scary for me. But for my mom it was overwhelming. There were days of her not eating…crying all the time…telling me that she’d asked God to take her life so I wouldn’t need the surgery…telling me I could never get married or have kids with this health problem (because I might pass it on)…and during all of this, I had to care for my mom because she couldn’t handle it. Well, the surgery was successful, but my self esteem took years to return as my mother was constantly telling me to disguise my body or stand differently so my health problem wasn’t noticeable. It’s like during that time in my life she was trying to be helpful, but she just scarred me a lot by being so insecure about me.
So them we come to my late teen years and college. Man, was that a time of fireworks. My mother was very strict about so many things—I didn’t have a healthy social life in part because of this. And my parents’ marriage started disintegrating. At first I was dragged into the middle—I had to take “sides” as my mother argued about the dumbest things. And then she began to resent me for taking my dad’s side. It got to the point where every argument seemed to end with her threatening to kick me out. And she would have if my dad hadn’t intervened.
Thank God I moved out once I’d saved enough and was close to graduating from college. My life became so much less stressful but I found that came at a price. I’m the oldest in a large family and all my brothers and sisters have been living through the hell I left behind. And they’re much younger than I was when I started to have to deal with it.
I just don’t know what to do with the key problem here…my mother. She has lost the spirit of her Faith at least. Arguments to be holier fall on deaf ears…but she is still as scrupulous as ever (for example, everyone at home must have their teeth brushed and flossed by midnight on Thursday lest they have meat caught in their mouth on a Friday). She doesn’t have a good relationship with my grandmother and frequently tells her exactly what she thinks of her in no uncertain terms. But if I try to ask her to stop being immature I’m immediately the hated, disrespectful daughter…
The problem is my mother. Ever since I can remember she’s always had a temper…an disordered one. When I was a little girl this wasn’t as noticeable—probably because it wasn’t as bad. But even then there were things she did and things she said that were very childish. Things like telling us kids that it was our fault she lost her temper so much and that we would have to go to confession and confess making her so mad. Things like throwing our toys violently against the wall when she was mad about clutter…
When I was 15 I was diagnosed with a bone problem that was pretty scary for me. But for my mom it was overwhelming. There were days of her not eating…crying all the time…telling me that she’d asked God to take her life so I wouldn’t need the surgery…telling me I could never get married or have kids with this health problem (because I might pass it on)…and during all of this, I had to care for my mom because she couldn’t handle it. Well, the surgery was successful, but my self esteem took years to return as my mother was constantly telling me to disguise my body or stand differently so my health problem wasn’t noticeable. It’s like during that time in my life she was trying to be helpful, but she just scarred me a lot by being so insecure about me.
So them we come to my late teen years and college. Man, was that a time of fireworks. My mother was very strict about so many things—I didn’t have a healthy social life in part because of this. And my parents’ marriage started disintegrating. At first I was dragged into the middle—I had to take “sides” as my mother argued about the dumbest things. And then she began to resent me for taking my dad’s side. It got to the point where every argument seemed to end with her threatening to kick me out. And she would have if my dad hadn’t intervened.
Thank God I moved out once I’d saved enough and was close to graduating from college. My life became so much less stressful but I found that came at a price. I’m the oldest in a large family and all my brothers and sisters have been living through the hell I left behind. And they’re much younger than I was when I started to have to deal with it.
I just don’t know what to do with the key problem here…my mother. She has lost the spirit of her Faith at least. Arguments to be holier fall on deaf ears…but she is still as scrupulous as ever (for example, everyone at home must have their teeth brushed and flossed by midnight on Thursday lest they have meat caught in their mouth on a Friday). She doesn’t have a good relationship with my grandmother and frequently tells her exactly what she thinks of her in no uncertain terms. But if I try to ask her to stop being immature I’m immediately the hated, disrespectful daughter…