My Mum is like this and my god it is soul destroying. It's making me not want to spend so much time with her and it makes me so very angry and stressed.
It is not so much of the old stories though there are some, it is mainly what is happening now.
It's just an endless stream of consciousness repeated over and over, much like KurriKurri with the Hoover and Fluffyears and the volunteering and apple white.
This is exactly it.
We were having tea in the pub once and she decided on fish and chips. She says, I'll have fish and chips. Then, fish and chips is fine for me. No I'll have fish and chips. Yeah so fish and chips for me. Tell them I want fish and chips. Fish and chips please. I'll have fish and chips. Fish and chips....until I literally exploded and upset her.
Earlier in the week she told me that her friend had left some hospital paperwork at home when she went for an appointment. She told me 6 times!
The latest thing is that she is buying a new car. She knows the make and model she wants. Every time we see one on the road she says, there's one! That will do for me. Yeah that's great for me. Yeah that will do fine for me.
Ad nauseum EVERY FUCKING TIME.
For fucks sake Mother, I know what car you want, you've told me 200 times.
There is a bloke round the corner selling a similar car. He wants a ridiculous price. For the last 3 months, EVERY FUCKING TIME we pass that car she makes a comment about how he wants too much and won't sell it at that price.
It's like bingo and I actually start counting down as we turn the corner, waiting for her to say it.
There is a shop we go to where the owner parks really badly on the corner. Every time we go to she makes the same comment about his bad parking. EVERY FUCKING TIME. More bingo.
The worst of it is that I have to hear it all in duplicate or triplicate while she bores the arse off someone else with the same repetitive monologue. She has no self awareness, no idea that people are starting to edge away or glaze over. On and on and on.
If the subject gets changed, she brings it back and back and back.
It's not just the repeating either, it's the yammering about other people that I don't know and have zero interest in. I don't want to know about next door having their drive flagged, or that Terry managed to park his car in front of his house or that Diana is off work today. Why tell me?
If I can, I just play with my phone but that doesn't stop her, I walk away, she follows me. I say I have to go, pan on the stove, she just keeps on and on and on.
I don't share much about my life these days as it is clear she is not interested. I'm suffering with peri menopause and I've tried to talk to her about it but I just get talked over and the subject immediately changed to something she wants to talk about.
I might get made redundant from work (Brexit related) and I'm really worried, no concern at all. Subject changed as per usual.
She's a leave voter, that's a whole other thread.
Yesterday she asked me something about work (rare) and I got the luxury of speaking for about 5 seconds before she butted in with some shite or other.
My husband just tells her he is not interested and walks away, I don't have that option. She very easily gets on her hind legs and would get upset. Never mind that my MH is suffering and sometime I cry through the frustration. (I'm not a cryer generally).
It's not an age thing. She's young for her age, fit and well with no dementia. It's always been this way for as long as I can remember. I just think I have become less tolerant. Now I know why my Dad was so quiet.
I have a brother but he lives far away. He doesn't know how lucky he is.