My mom has always been a difficult person and our relationship has been rocky to the say the least. She’s struggled with anxiety and depression since before I was born, but I think there’s something more to it (probably some sort of personality disorder). As a child and teenager she used to blame me for most of the problems at home, saying that I was manipulative, too strong willed and that I just wanted to “win” and overpower her. She’s also been pretty disengaged emotionally from me, she doesn’t like when people are upset and tends to shut them down (for example saying “please don’t cry, you are making me sad). As a result I’ve had my own share of mental health issues but after many years of therapy was in a better place. 4 years ago my child was born, she retired and my grandmother (her mother in law) became ill, and it all has gone downhill since then. She got obsessed with the idea that my grandmother had to be put in a care home and my dad should not take care of her, as she hated her and (her own words) “I want her to suffer snd cry as I have”. Maybe it’s worth mentioning that she didn’t have to do any of the care, she just didn’t want him to do it either. Also worth mentioning that when her mother was ill (Alzheimer) she lived with them for a few years and my dad took care of her, until my mom said she couldn’t do it anymore and they found a couple of persons to take care of her at her own home.This all happened when we were visiting in the summer with my newborn, so I spent most of the time trying to make her feel better, talk to her and so on. During all this time she didn’t help or talk to me (about something different to “her pain”) at all, didn’t even held or pay attention to my baby. Finally we left earlier that what was initially scheduled because I overheard her complaining about my husband and me, saying that we were taking advantage of her. We weren’t , she didn’t have to do anything extra (cooking, cleaning of anything at all), but she tends to get really stressed when there are visitors. Also worth mentioning she had asked us to come, saying she would help me with the baby, as she was looking forward to having a grandchild.
She then became really abusive to my dad because he didn’t put his mother in a care home, think yelling, insulting, etc. finally, his mother died and the day after the funeral she threw a terrible fit at him (my brother was present, said it was awful). A few days after that said she wanted to leave him, but my dad agreed and she didn’t like that. Fast forward to today, they are divorced now, and since the divorce she has become way worse with me: hurtful comments, laughing at me when my child gives me a hard time (just the normal tantrums, but it can be draining) because now “I can see how she felt”, total lack of interest in my life and well being, every time I talk to her she says that she’s the worst she’s ever been, has mentioned suicide a couple of times, tries to manipulate me to get information about my dad…the list could go on, but when I interact with her I feel not only not loved, but actually hated sometimes, like she wants to actively hurt me. I don’t know, maybe I ‘m too sensitive, as she’s always told me, but I just feel I can’t do this anymore, having a relationship with her. Everytime I see her I end up filled of anxiety and crying. Last one was today, I came to see her (5 hour travel) for her birthday. We were chatting and I made a joke about my brother being the favorite (he’s always been, even he acknowledges that and I’m fine with it). My mom then started to talk about how great it is to have siblings, my child is an only and recently has been a bit upset about that, so I asked her to change the subject and she said “you don’t get to dictate what I can and cannot talk about, I am free to make whatever comments I want”. Maybe she’s right, I don’t know, but she’s always acting like this, implying (or saying directly) that we all want her to change and we need to love and accept her as she is. Problem is I don’t really like how she is, she’s tactless and even rude. She has not said anything kind about me in years, just laughs at me for being “a disaster”, “weak” and a few other things. Aibu? Am I really that bad as a daughter? Sorry for the long post