DM complains that I'm rude to her and don't understand her, and "you'll see how it is when your own children grow up".
I do get that to some extent I'll always be her little girl but I think she takes it too far.
I'm 31, moved out when I was 18 and am fully self sufficient, but DM can't accept I'm no longer a child in constant need of telling what to do. Almost every interaction descents into nagging, cajoling, unsolicited advice and negative comments.
A typical conversation goes like this:
DM: "Do you want lunch?"
Me: "I'm ok thanks, not hungry just now."
DM: "You're not hungry? But it's noon, you need to eat lunch."
Me: "No, really."
DM: "You need to eat more regularly. Are you eating enough vegetables? You're looking pale. Let me make you lunch."
Me: "Right, OK, just a cheese and tomato sandwich then."
DM then pulls out every ingredient one by one and offers it to me.
"Do you also want cucumber? Do you want butter? Do you want this cheese or that? Ooh and I have basil, it's organic, Brenda down the road gave it to me, she grew it herself...you remember Brenda, she had that crazy cat that bit everyone and her daughter has a new boyfriend, you remember Sarah don't you?"
She's also told me I'll need to lose the baby belly (I'm 14 weeks post partum), that I used to be elegant but am far from it now and walks with the pram don't count as exercise, that I need to breastfeed until 6 months as formula is "unnatural" and women who bottle feed just can't be bothered to breastfeed (knowing fine well I was struggling with low supply and barely sleeping), and when I was pregnant wouldn't believe me that the leggings I was wearing weren't uncomfortable because they looked too tight to her and they'd "damage the baby".
Asserting my boundaries calmly and firmly doesn't work, neither does explaining how she makes me feel (suffocated, undermined, irritated, hurt). It goes in one ear and out the other, or she says I'm too sensitive and she's just trying to help. The only thing that gets her to back off is shouting "JUST SHUT UP", which I'm not proud of but I get so exasperated.
It's a relief when she leaves but then I feel guilty because I do love her and one day she'll be gone for good, and I'll miss her.
Not sure what I want people to say, just needed to vent I guess.