I am honestly so fucked off with it. I'm stuck in a cycle of desperately trying to please my mother, in particular, and being shot down.
I know I just need to detach but it's so much easier said than done.
I am the lazy, feckless spendthrift and I hate it. Today's choice snippets were: not going on a trip into town at the weekend to buy a birthday card, looking at my phone rather than engaging in conversation, keeping a messy house and spending above my means.
The card thing was because I said I'd get my sister a card at the corner shop. Cue a big rant about it costing more, I should have made time to go into town, why was I so disorganised and lazy? I work full time. My weekends are spent doing viewings on my house, commitments with friends and family and spending time with my husband and kids. Parking in town costs about three quid for an hour, btw, so wipes out any bargains to be had on cheap fucking cards.
I was reading out a list of funny sayings to my dh, dad ,and brother. My mum made several bitchy comments about me 'staring at the internet all day'.
So many nasty jibes about my house being a shitpit and that's why no one's buying it. And how if I was less lazy I could spend more time making my house nice and my children happier.
And then the many digs about spending above our means to buy a house in the middle of nowhere (it's not, it's just a drive away from them). We have never asked for help with housing despite all my siblings borrowing tens of thousands from them (still owed) for their homes. We will still have a smaller mortgage than my sister, but for some reason we are stupid and reckless while she is savvy and sensible.
I came home and just cried for an hour. It's pathetic. I wish I could just stop caring and walk away but I get sucked into these conversations every fucking time I see her.
Please help me rationalise this because I am this close to walking away and actually that would be awful and counterproductive.