left home when I was 18. I'm in my 50's now. She's almost 90. Ever since I can remember, she wants to bring up things which happened decades ago, such as when I told her I hated her and stormed out of the house when I was 18.
Apparently I'm a "cold, independent" person and not the "warm, loving " person she is because I moved 250 miles away back in my mid twenties. I don't go back home enough. But they (her and my siblings) have been here a handful of
time over the decades, whereas I've been up several times a year every year.
I suspect the issues stem from her losing my Dad when I was a young teen, not having any friends, not remarrying or having any other partners and living vicariously through her children. I'm an oddball because I moved away and odd because I have friends. (not many because it took me years and years to shred some of her weird ideas about friends)
It just sucks that here I am, mid fifties and still feel about 12 when she talks to me.
And as a Mum of two adults, I can't ever imagine showing them the same odd attitude. I don't own my kids and they can live their lives freely and wherever they want.
Anyone else feel like the family outcast?!