I just need to vent. I have recently come to the conclusion that I actually do not like my mum and that she probably doesn’t either. I don’t enjoy talking to her. I find her uninspiring, blinkered, dismissive of my feelings and views, has no idea what boundaries are and attention-seeking, often times immature and demanding. She feels she owns her kids, because “she sacrificed her youth for us”. I must have heard this expression a million times growing up. She expects us to return the favour now because of course we owe her. She expects money off me because she thinks I must be well off. I used to work full time and give her regular money for years, until I had my kids and reduced my hours dramatically. I have explained that I can no longer be as generous as before because our financial situation has changed. Does she get it? Of course not. She keeps telling me how my three childless full time working well earning siblings back home have been helping her financially. Not once, no, every single week. I explain again that I can send her money but it won’t be much. The trouble is I know she has no income and completely relies on her kids for support. I get that and I do help as much as I can but she is such a spender, you send her £200 she spends it, you send her a £1000 she will also spend it in a heartbeat. Last time I gave her a lump sum and explain that was my annual contribution, so that she stops throwing hints a few weeks down the line. Guess what? She goes and redecorate her house then becomes skint and starts moaning about not having money and I am just astonished because I wouldn’t prioritise redecorating a perfectly fine house, when I don’t know when money is coming a long. I would spend it on essentials. Anyhow, this is so frustrating for me, because evertime I save some money and want to treat the kids to a holiday, I have to keep it a secret from her because last time I told her about a planned holiday, she understood I won the lottery and started hinting so much I felt guilty going on holiday.
She keeps calling me at least 3 times a week and leaves about 6 missed calls, when I can’t speak. She has no understanding that I actually have a life, kids, a job, a house, friends and I can’t always chat to her whenever she gets bored. She only calls me when she gets bored to tell me random stuff that I clearly have no interest in, like her hairdresser’s brother dying, how he died, his funeral, what was said at his funeral, last time she saw him and what he told her.. and I am like, mum I need to have a quick lunch but she carries on regardless. This is after I just told her someone nearly crashed onto my car on the way to school. Expecting, a “are you ok? That must have been frightening “ . Oh no, instead she tells me all about this random guys I don’t even know, dying... like wtf?? Does she simply not care?