My mom is essentially fantastic, helpful and generous, a lovely nan to my children, supportive and never deliberately unkind. When I read what some posters' mothers are like I feel like I have nothing at all to complain about. She has never hit me or anything like that.
However I find her massively irritating, and it's getting worse. I feel like a cow after I have been annoyed with her, because I know I behave like a moody bitch. But I just can't help it! I resolve to be kinder and more patient but then after a few minutes in her company she does or says something that just makes my blood boil and I feel like a hormonal sulky teenager (ironic, as I never was like that as a teenager - maybe this is part of my problem).
If I describe the reasons that she annoys me I will sound massively unreasonable and petty but here goes. She is very bigoted, which I somehow take personally although it shouldn't affect me so much. I think it's because up until I was about 30 I thought she was perfect, highly intelligent and reasonable, but now I realise more and more that she is actually an irrational unreasonable woman who holds horrible views and believes everything she reads in the Daily Mail. She likes to think she knows me so well, we are alike and I am an extension of her, when I am nothing like her and don't want to be. She says stupid irrational things all the time, gets the wrong end of the stick, and misunderstands me - she is a bad listener and rather than pay attention to what I am saying she changes the subject, often turning it to her, and ends up believing I said something totally different.
But the main issue I have I think stems from her behaviour towards me when I was a young adolescent beginning when I was about 11. Around this time she began to disengage from my dad, who was abusive to her and not awfully nice to me either, and she eventually left him to live with her current partner when I was about 15. As my own children have reached the age I was at the time, I have realised what terrible mistakes she made with me. When I think of leaving my kids to live with a father who they did not get on with, who was verbally abusive and indifferent to them, I cannot imagine ever considering it. The thought of making them feel so rejected, so second-best to her boyfriend, horrifies me. I could never do it. At the time I didn't blame her but blamed myself, thinking there must be something wrong with me that meant I was not good enough to go and live with her. I feel sorry for the young me if that makes sense. I am disgusted that she put her boyfriend before me - and she still does it now. I don't like him, he's never done anything really wrong to me, just sneaky stuff to make me see that he comes first in her eyes. It makes me sick how she puts him on a pedestal.
I should be over this as it happened years ago but I am not because it has never been addressed. To do so now would make me feel cruel and petty and I can't imagine being the one to bring it up. But part of me wants her to, so I can tell her how I feel. My teenage years were very troubled, I slept around and got pregnant at 16, had awful boyfriends, broke the law and abused solvents - none of which she seemed to notice or care about. She wanted to be my friend, or big sister, and never disciplined me or anything - as long as I wasn't in her way I was fine. I would go to the house she shared with her boyfriend and it was very much their house, I didn't feel welcome, and if he came home she would usher me into another room so she could talk to him alone. When she first left my dad for her boyfriend, she went abroad on holiday with him and left me with my grandparents. I had never been abroad. At this point I was not allowed to know where she was or who with, as he was married. In fact it was a boy at my school who told me that my mom had a boyfriend with a posh car who dropped her off round the corner from our house when she still lived with my dad.
I am sorry for rambling, as you can see I am quite bitter all these years later, more so in fact. How can I leave the past behind if I can't confront it? I am afraid of what would happen if I brought it up, that I would lose control and shout, or say things that I couldn't take back and which would damage our relationship forever. I can't afford therapy. I am interested to hear others' experience of being rejected by their mothers for a boyfriend and how they deal with it. I feel like such a horrible ungrateful daughter. 