For context, I do not talk to my mom often. She has shown little interest in mine or my child’s life. However, I’ve been feeling increasingly hopeless with ppd and in a state of desperation I told her what was going on. How low I was feeling. How much I am struggling etc. I later confined in my therapist as well who gave me a much warmer response than my mom who stayed on the phone for 5 minutes, told me it was normal and went about her day. I did not particularly resent this as we all have lives.
My DH has been looking after me the last couple of days, making the environment positive and I’ve been finding ways to get out the funk I’m currently in. My mom messaged me to check on me and half way through the conversation I told her I had a dentist appointment. She told me I hope you are getting those two front teeth fixed and likened them to “coke teeth.” One is slightly chipped but they are not falling out and rotten or anything but I’ve always been insecure about them. She knows this and it felt like she was trying to kick me when I was down. She went on and on about how I am too pretty to have such ugly teeth and this just made me feel horrible.
When I was younger (age 9 is the earliest I can remember but all throughout my teens) she used to say I’m not that pretty or I need to stop being as arrogant because there will always be prettier. She is nasty and I wonder what it is like having supportive parents. I feel sorry for my dad.