Read this thread at 3am when the cats woke me & couldn't get back to sleep.
Have been thinking of all of the stories on & off all day.
OP, my very first thought to your post was that you must look utterly gorgeous in your New York selfie, happy, relaxed & with a real glow about you.
Which is why (imo) your (not so) DM couldn't bring herself to say anything good about it.
Same goes to Chiquita's photos - utterly lovely, again, relaxed, glowing, stylish, happy - & therefore (sadly) a trigger for jealousy for your mother.
Imagine if we on this thread started beaming at the put downs & saying 'thanks, what a lovely compliment' in recognition of the attempted manipulation - picture the face :) :)
Thanks for starting this thread OP, I had three mothers growing up & none took to me as a child or adult - (1 by birth & 2 by being fostered)
While birth mother was very manipulative, utterly cruel & physically abusive i've struggled most with foster mother no 3's snide comments, put-downs & invalidations.
Being put on a diet at age 9 (with a history of being starved nearly to death in my previous families) constantly told i was 'fat' by DM & two sisters and constantly having to hear about other girls (from my class to my sports club to my 'perfect' cousin) really really hurt.
Every illness i ever had was 'made up' for attention seeking purposes according to 'DFosterM' until the doctor would force her to put me to bed.
Even being bullied at school was my fault for being a 'weirdo' who preferred to keep to herself & read at break times.
Felt guilty for not being physically more like 'DM' & sisters (fully grown adults by the time i was taken in) & remember frequently wanting to shout 'you know i'm not from your genetic stock don't you?, I will never be tall, slender, small bottomed & easily tanned' because i'm short, sturdy & blessed with skin in the colour of a ghost complete with freckles.
Went no contact at 18 after moving abroad to be an Au-Pair for a year.
Made a call home one night & unusually for me, shared that i was finding it tough & missing home & friends after 6 months alone abroad. Only to be brusquely told 'we paid a lot of money to send you there, you're staying for a full year'
Errrm....yes...i'm aware of that & have no plans of coming home, bit of kindness & empathy was all i was looking for.....
Anyway, this is turning in to quite the rant, could go on for a year with more stories & examples as I expect any of us on this thread could.
Thanks for sharing your stories, the real life examples are really helping me to see where my self confidence was utterly squashed & starting to realise am probably nowhere near as bad/ugly/incompetent as i've been led to believe.