I’m so heartsick about my mother.
She is, without a doubt, the most defensive person I have ever known. She is incapable of being told even in the mildest way that you disagree with her on anything - she views it instantly as a personal attack, and her solution is to escalate the situation into a fight by saying the most hurtful and wounding thing she possibly can in that moment to ensure that you back down.
She has done this my whole life. I’ve never been allowed to be right about anything, and because i am a natural peacekeeper I always back down, always apologise. I’ve swallowed endless, astonishingly hurtful comments without apology because I know that the alternative is her escalating the situation even further. The only time she has ever apologised to me was when she went so far as to slap my face when I was 15.
She’s just done it to me again on a walk. I’m 33 now - she ought to be able to treat me as an adult. But she can’t. I disagreed with something she said (in the gentlest possible way) and she launched into horrible dramatics, shouting at me, crying, accusing me of having actually said something awful and unforgivable.
I don’t know what to do. She can be so kind when she wants to be. I love her so much. And as long as I tread carefully enough, I can avoid these awful moments. But it sometimes feels like there is a trap around every corner, and I can’t keep avoiding them forever.
I’m so desperately sad about it. I wish I didn’t have to watch every word around her. I wish she loved me enough to not treat me this way. I wish she wasn’t so damaged from her own upbringing that she can’t face the possibility of being wrong, and so goes on the attack instead. I wish I was brave enough to stand up to her.