verygreenlawn, you are so wise! I too abhore the sound of those martyred cliche's. Boys are equally as capable of housework and ironing. The old values go back to the hunter/gatherer days when men went out to kill the food whilst women stayed at home, gathered fruit and kindling, made fires and nurtured babies. The woman was so relieved to see her mate return safe with food, as it ensured the continuance of her self and family, and so she showed her appreciation by showering him with attention - the warmest spot by the fire, the best cut of the meat etc etc ... Society operated like this for centuries, but today's girls have to go out hunting for sustenance and then revert to gatherers/home makers at the end of the working day, no-one will warm slippers and put fresh linen on the bed for them, will they? No wonder we can multi-task! Girls were trained to serve historically, so thank god for pioneers like Mrs. Pankhurst or where would we be today?
My mother loves playing the victim and in so doing delights in heaping all her dissatisfaction and negativity of her life onto me. But to the outside world she is a cheerful woman (she's defo psychitsophrenic). Its not easy. It was nice to read you saying that you love your Mother, made me feel that your experience wasn't so bad as mine. I had to be responsible for my brother, and if he was naughty it was always my fault for not watching over him. And of course he was sooo lovely...! My parents lived in with her parents when I was born, where aunties lived around the corner etc. Mother returned to work when I was 8 months old so Grandma brought me up and I absolutely adored her. When I started school Mother gave up work and we had our own flat. A year later brother appeared. She was very hard on me, always angry and shouting. I think that she was struggling to cope with new baby and wanted more than she got from Dad. None of this was my fault, yet I have always carried the can for it - because I am far too much like Dad for her liking.
I wish I had been a Mum, I would have been so aware of what not to do. In my opinion its the old chestnut of nature v nurture that is important. Yes, I was well mannered, well fed, immaculately clean (well, when I left for school in the morning) etc, but I never felt loved, always bullied. My brother on the other hand had a wonderfully warm relationship with her until 18 months ago.... And now she is left with me to take her through her final journey which is defo not how she imagined it x