I moved out of home 19 years ago. Dm is very controlling, but I can handle some contact if I keep her very much at arms length.
Until recently, there has been nothing specific that is an issue, but we are very very different people, and I find myself climbing the walls after about a day in her presence. She doesn't appear to notice this, and I do feel guilty that's how I feel, but there we are.
I love my life (mostly), I work full time through choice, spend what I consider to be plenty of time with dc and dh, have hobbies, not many friends but that's how I like it. But every single time she phones she'll angle the conversation to how I should move back near her, and that will solve all my 'problems'. So I end up dreading even the occasional phone calls we have.
Apparently if I lived in cornwall I could give up work (don't want to), let her look after dc ALL the time (don't want that), have time to take up things like sewing and homemaking (what, no way!!), buy a house (not a clue where she thinks I'll get the money from), join her church (just no way). She just doesn't seem to know me at all. I'm female, married and straight, but from her perspective I may as well be a bloke. I work in a male industry, play sports for leisure, have zero interest in appearance of either myself or my home.
It's the complete lack of acknowledgement of me that infuriates me. Mostly I'll be subtle, and just dodge questions, but occasionally i'll get really annoyed and explode when she tells me again that she's seen a job and house for me, and she's all ready to have the dc 24/7. I tell her I have no interest in moving when my life is fine, and then she'll phone up a month later, won't mention it, but will come straight in with 'SEmy, I was thinking, when you move down here, I think I'll teach the girls how to knit.'
And now I've discovered that one of my brothers was abused by my dad, and it seems almost impossible that she couldn't have known about it. In fact she says 'I think things happened that shouldn't have done, but it wasn't abuse.' I have no way of knowing what she did know for certain, but I do know that she left all of us in very dangerous situations, which she agreed she did. But all she does is look sheepish, say 'I'm really sorry I was a rubbish mum' and then in the next breath ask when she can have the kids.
why does she not understand? For years I've been frustrated by her thick-skinnedness, but now I'm starting to get really angry.