What I have always hated is the comparison to my life to there’s. The comments like, “You think you’ve got it bad?, You think you’re abused? You don’t know how good you’ve got it!” That shit infuriates me. Even as an adult my mom especially refuses to see me as a full and complete person worth real empathy and equality. It is like I’m somehow some kind of project she thinks she can reign control over when I’m in midlife at this point. It is always this mournful and ridiculous comparison game from her where she eventually falls back on the God and Christianity solves everything slant rather than reflecting on her own achievements and her own thoughts while simultaneously judging everyone around her. It sucks and is completely irrational. I’d love it if my mom would just go to therapy and unload all that shit rather than carrying it with her as some kind of struggle she thinks life has to be.
Sucks right? I have to constantly remind them that I don’t exist to adhere to your worldview or necessarily make you happy. I’m not an automaton. I’m a real person, with my own life, my own family, my own emotions, and my own stuff. It isn’t about you anymore, but I’m always here and happy to help should you need me. Just don’t push it you know?
What I have always hated is the comparison to my life to there’s. The comments like, “You think you’ve got it bad?, You think you’re abused? You don’t know how good you’ve got it!” That shit infuriates me. Even as an adult my mom especially refuses to see me as a full and complete person worth real empathy and equality. It is like I’m somehow some kind of project she thinks she can reign control over when I’m in midlife at this point. It is always this mournful and ridiculous comparison game from her where she eventually falls back on the God and Christianity solves everything slant rather than reflecting on her own achievements and her own thoughts while simultaneously judging everyone around her. It sucks and is completely irrational. I’d love it if my mom would just go to therapy and unload all that shit rather than carrying it with her as some kind of struggle she thinks life has to be.
Yeah I’m almost forty and still have to remind my parents I’m an adult
Sucks right? I have to constantly remind them that I don’t exist to adhere to your worldview or necessarily make you happy. I’m not an automaton. I’m a real person, with my own life, my own family, my own emotions, and my own stuff. It isn’t about you anymore, but I’m always here and happy to help should you need me. Just don’t push it you know?