My mum won’t let go of the (mostly made up) younger version of me she has in her head.
In her mind I’m still the teen that “traumatised” her , flakey, reckless , irresponsible, fat , boy crazy etc.
I don’t think I was that bad and I had a lot of trauma to deal with (some caused by her) that was never acknowledged or had support with. Anyway, maybe I was terrible, who knows, regardless of why.
But I’m 40 now! I’ve been in the same (stable,healthy) relationship for 16 years, I’ve got a job , a home , a pretty well raised child etc. Nothing exceptional(and none of it good enough for her ), but a fully functional adult at the very least. I want her to see me for who I am, not who I was.
She still brings up the past, asks when do I plan to grow up, calls me flakey and reckless , says she doesn’t know what I’m going to do next because of that and so on. Even stupid shit like “oh you know how to cut an onion?”.
Or if I ring her in the middle of the day and she forgets I was off she asks if I got fired.
I’m keeping her at arm’s length and I’m very careful with what I share with her but it’s fucking exhausting.
It also hurts that I can use her as a sounding board or ask for advice or have a moan or emotional support like so many people do. Tbf, I can’t even share good stuff because she always finds something that is wrong or lacking or whatever. It’s like she’s always waiting for the other shoe to drop and her to be proven right, once again , of what a disappointment/not quite good enough I am.