Hey all,
Has anyone got any insight to help me out with my relationship with my mum? We used to be really close, I could talk to her about pretty much anything, we used to have a laugh, and I felt lucky to have a great mum-daughter relationship. But since I had my DD almost a year ago, there is a weird distance between us.
I'm worried about outing myself with these details, but here we go - if you recognise me from RL, please don't say anything to me:
I moved to a different city shortly before having DD and my mum also moved up shortly after DD was born. She had been caring for a relative who had passed away, she was retiring and wanted to be close - I was so happy to have her close, having been living really far away since I was 18 (mid 30s now). We used to talk once a week or more, and I went to see her 2-3 times a year. She was going to move straight into the house she had been planning to buy, but it all fell through and she ended up staying with us (me DH, and DD) for 6 weeks when DD was 6 weeks old. It was SO awkward. She wouldn't even make herself a cup of tea, and was a totally over polite 'guest' the whole time despite me trying to make her feel at home without patronising her.... Things were tense between her and DH as they have never really clicked - no major clashes, just a weird tension. She apologised to him once for being in, what she called, 'his kitchen' washing up once so never attempted it again: he said it was fine, she should make herself at home... but no... And we had a colicky baby crying most of the day, no sleep, all the usual mess and chaos of life with a NB to contend with. Fair enough, I thought, it was probably hard for her to be in a new place, staying in close quarters with us; plus we had a young baby and didn't have the time or energy to show her around (and I hardly knew this city!) or make masses of effort. When she moved into her place, I thought things would improve. But no, she is very business like with me, hardly talks about anything personal. She just seems closed off and very negative about everything.
She makes occasional disparaging comments about her life, how disappointed she is in how things panned out (My dad cheated on her ALL THE TIME and after 30 years of marriage, and with him expecting a baby with his current GF, they finally broke up about 15 years ago). She is also disappointed in me. She keeps encouraging me to go for full time jobs at high pay grades in my field, saying she'll look after DD and it will be fine but I want to spend time with DD. I have struggled with job interviews so it's taking longer for me to get a job than expected and she just remains tight lipped. I was doing a PhD, but I feel out of love with it and withdrew: she goes on all the time about how I could start again, even though I don't want to be an academic. She makes, or nearly makes small comments about my parenting all the time. She is visibly sickened by the fact I am still BF at 11 months and has to leave the room. She said BF is making me ill, pale and haggard. She says BLW is 'making a rod' for my back... I feel like our relationship is slipping away, like the reality of my lifestyle (rather than what she may have imagined at a distance) is letting her down. I feel like I can't meet her standards.
She also loathes DH. My DH is a really kind a gentle guy, his only real faults are that he can be a bit earnest and can seem a bit clumsy and awkward. I had a tough-ish labour and due to emergencies that day, I ended up being stuck on the prenatal ward for 14 hours waiting to go to the delivery suite. After the birth my mum blamed my DH. Not to his face, but to me, during the five day hormone surge she said 'he was supposed to look after you and what did he do: nothing'. I was devastated - already feeling raw and out of touch with DH and she adds that to the mix. She made me question everything.
Thinking back, I just feel like I was always desperate to please her. My DD made her feel like shit and left her to live abroad (living with other women although they were still technically together) from when I was 10. My brother left for uni when I was 14 - I feel like she lived through me, and the reality of 'me' is really letting her down. I feel pressured to live up to her standards, and having put her on a pedestal as the 'good' one of my parents, I think back to how she discouraged me in so many of the things I loved to do and was interested in because she didn't 'get' them: she told me what A-levels to take, what degree to do, expressed how perplexed she was that I played musical instruments and discouraged me from entering exams. She only praised me for doings well in things she enjoyed, so I pursued that. I feel stifled, and like all the positivity has gone from our relationship: I feel like I let her down on a daily basis and I don't have the strength to bother to please her any more.
Does anyone have a similar tale? Any insight? Any books I could read? I just feel so gutted that in being closer, we're actually further apart.