Sorry for long post, it’s the first time I’ve ever really talked openly about any of this. I’m 46, married with 12 year old, working full time. Mother is 78, my Dad passed away 51/2 years ago.
Mother and I have a history of her making a lot of “demands” of me from
the age of 13 on how my life would be when I grew up; deciding what degree I would do at which university, what job I would do, where I would live (build a house in her back garden), even down to me taking every Wednesday afternoon off work to take her shopping, take her for a day out every Saturday and cook a family roast every Sunday. There was no plan for me to find a partner or have a family of my own, it was all about what I would do for her. Dad was a sweetheart but very passive.
It was a lot for a 13 year old to take on and at 19, while at her uni of choice and studying what I was told to study, it suddenly dawned on me how wrong it all was and let’s just say I rebelled. I found a guy 14 years older than me, divorced with 2 kids and jumped head first into a relationship. I finished my degree but went and got a job in a completely different field and moved 80 miles from home. Mother had a breakdown which I got blamed for, then was diagnosed with depression and threatened suicide all because I was a selfish b*h of a daughter (I quote).
Well flash forward 25 odd years and last year she moved round the corner from me and my family. She demands to see me every day for a minimum of an hour (somethings she’s here 4 or 5 hours) and demands my undivided attention, huffs and puffs if I try and get on with jobs while she’s around. If I dare miss a day or we have a family day out without her I guarantee there will be a crisis the next day, either something gone wrong with the house or she’s seriously ill. She is slowly starting to refuse to do day to day things for herself, expecting me to sort out her car insurance, broadband etc. she’s capable
of doing it herself she just seems to expect me to do it. She’s really affecting my job (which she openly says she has no respect for because it’s not what she told me to do) because she expects me to take 2 hour lunches to sit with her (I wfh). My son, who already suffers from anxiety, is really struggling with the fact he’s having to fight to get any attention when she’s around.
it’s probably pathetic at my age, but I never had the chance to learn how to set boundaries with her when I was young as she was just so domineering. Where on earth do I start now?? Have I left it too late? How do I cope with the guilt from saying no? I can’t go though another episode like we did when I was a late teen…any suggestions welcome.