Thank you. But as I was driving off to the shop tonight I realised that I had gotten sidetracked and not told you the rest of last night's incident. I just flipped. She took my request to try not to criticise me as a personal attack and blatantly implied I deny my child water ffs. I was so angry and lost control, I shouted and swore (luckily DS was in the shower, didn't hear a thing) and told her the get out of my house. She has not gotten me to that point for years, but then I have always been subjected to this shit outside of my home, she has never dared try it in my house.
A real victory for her; she gets to have a few really nasty digs, I lose it and she gains victim status. I'm ashamed of my reaction, but I do understand my reaction.
I'm waiting now for the angry abusive phonecall from my brother. No doubt he will rant and rave, and warn me off from upsetting his mother again. I can't wait.
I also feel that DS' age is a bit of a milestone for me. He is good as gold. At his age I was a smoker, drank a bit and smoked a bit of weed. In 6 months time he will be at the age where I developed a drink and weed problem. It came about because I had chronic insomnia and anxiety and found that they helped. It would have been better if there had been adults who could help. It's making me feel very resentful, and I feel angry on behalf of the child I was at DS' age.
I was lucky in that I outgrew my mother while still in primary school, and I squared up to her when I was 11. She has still raised a hand to me here and there after I reached adulthood. There is an annual festival thing here in town; lots of people milling around. I was happy, laughing and joking with friends. I burst out laughing at something, up until then she had been glaring at me, but when I laughed she reached over and smacked me across the face in front of everyone. I still don't know why.
peanut you are right about the jealousy; I've felt very aware of it since my mid teens. She is at her most toxic when I'm happy, relaxed and confident. She will just fume at me, seething away.
I've been a complete fool and early in the year DS and I asked her if she would like to come away with us. I'm so stupid; I mean how could this ever work????
So in a matter of days we are due to go away and I am dreading it. The last time we went away she was horrendous. She ignored me, sneered at me. I had to ask complete strangers to put suncream on me because she refused to touch me. I have been so bloody naive. I'm dreading it, I'm dreading the inevitable venom. I'll be at my happiest and most relaxed, so I'll be in for some real nastiness. I'll probably have to answer questions as to why she won't sit with us at dinner, why she ignores us. How embarrassing. I thought, hoped things were better, but they can't be better until she is better. I cannot believe that my own mother disrespects me so much as a mother and as a person. And I can't believe I have allowed this really quite unpleasant person to ruin what should be the best week of the year for us.
I'm kicking myself and I'm starting to hate her for making it so difficult to be her daughter, still after all these years.
Sorry for the essay. It's just all coming out. Years of bullshit that i did not and do not deserve.