A bit of background first. Basically, I grew up in a loving home but my mum has always been a real worrier/stress merchant. As I grew up, she became quite fussy and would want to know the ins and outs of everything I was doing. As you can imagine, this got tiresome and I became less and less willing to tell her anything (which of course just made her more fretful). It's all a bit hard to explain really. She never stopped me doing anything as such and was supportive of me trying new things, but I always resented the way she was so nosey.
Fast forward to now and I would say our relationship is amicable, but we're not what you would call close. I see her at least once a week as she looks after DD2 while I work. I hardly ever tell her anything these days and feel irritated when she asks me about things, which I know is childish, but it's like a auto response now.
Anyway, to cut to the chase, there was an incident yesterday which left me feeling a mixture of anger and guilt. I had a hospital appointment for a fairly minor but quite personal matter and didn't really want to tell everyone (including mum). Unfortunately, DD1 let slip that I was going to hospital later when my mum was walking her to school yesterday. DD1 is only 6 and I think she knew she wasn't supposed to say anything, so she also told my mum that it was a secret!
I returned from work to find my mum looking all concerned and her first words were that DD1 had said I was going to the hospital and what was wrong with me.
I told her enough to put her mind at rest and said I hadn't told her because I didn't want a fuss making.
I was a bit thrown to be honest but when I thought about it later, I felt annoyed by the fact that she'd deemed it acceptable to question me about something which I obviously didn't want to share. It was as though it was her right to know, even if it made me uncomfortable.
Part of me feels a bit guilty for never telling her things, but most of me feels really pissed of with her
AIBU?