Hello everyone,
I've name changed for this. And sorry this is very long, it all just fell out so I hope it makes some sense
My mum has always been clingy. When I was a child she wouldn't let me do anything or go anywhere that might cause her worry or upset. In my late teems she would drive around town if she thought I was out too late looking for me. She used to hit me as a child until I starting hitting back and caused a bruise on her arm, which she said she had difficulty explaining to her workmates. I told her she shouldn't hit me then. When I was about 10 I was at my grandparents next door and she didn't know where I was (for some reason) and when I got back home (not late!) she belted me with a really thin belt folded over and over so it was about 8 strands. That left scars on the back of my legs for years. Afterwards she cried and cried and apologised and I forgave her for that because it was a one off and she had had a brutal upbringing where being hit by her father was the norm.
I left home when I was 18 because she was just so suffocating and moved to a city about 50 miles away. During my twenties I'd occasionally be back home. To be honest, I didn't really grow up. I see that now.
I married in my thirties and moved a very long way away. My now ex husband couldn't be bothered going all that way so he suggested she move in with us and we then would buy a bigger house. So that happened. It was okay. I guess he could see things I couldn't because I was inured to them. I feel it was a really big mistake because it dragged me back into being a child.
Anyway. marriage ended and I was extremely stressed and knackered, and I allowed myself to be browbeaten by my mother into buying a house together which we own jointly. I didn't have the mental strength to keep objecting and it meant I had a decent home and didn't have to live in a studio flat which, financially, was my alternative.
Fast forward to now, and through the six years or so we have lived together it has been frustrating a lot of the time. I admit now I think I just regressed into being her child because after my divorce I had cancer and that has taken me a long time to get over. I have a year to go before I get the full all clear and they discharge me. All this time because she has her own health problems I've been her carer. I've worked part time, studied because I don't want to end up on the scrap heap, done volunteering to keep my hand in and been around for her, taken her out, to appointments etc etc.
In all the time she's been here she's made no effort to join anything or to make any friends. I've tried over the years to suggest things she might like to no avail. So when I'm not around she is on her own. She keeps saying I'm enough, but what she means is she wants me around all the time.
I've allowed that. I take ownership that I haven't been helpful in this because I've enabled the situation. She had a three month stint at the local hospital in an afternoon exercise class and every single week she moaned and grumbled about going and was in a bad temper every week when I picked her up. Her doctor kept telling her how important it was she kept mobile, so I kept taking her and she's barely done anything since.
Once when we were at the doctors the doctor said to her -about being mobile and what would happen if she fell, and she replied that I'd lift her up. To which the doctor replied - your daughter has her own health to consider. There was another incident where another medical person told me my mum had me well trained.
To be honest I think it's this interaction with other people that set me off on my current train of thought. My mother does have health problems, but I have to force her to make the effort to get her own lunch. She can easily make a sandwich, or heat soup, make herself a drink etc. It's just she wants me to do it. It causes a HUGE amount of friction when I don't do as she wants. Even more so now because I have been doing in the past. I've felt guilty I think. Guilty that I wasn't a good enough daughter, that other children would be doing this.
However, all our interactions for that three month period at the hospital have opened my eyes. They told my mum that she was extremely lucky to have me.
We've started arguing more and more since then. Then I decided I'd had enough and it was time to get my life back, so I work more. Now I'm met with "oh I hardly see you these days" or accusations that I haven't done something, or have done something else.
I shouted at her this morning and hated myself for it.
The thing is, I'm berating myself for letting this go on so long. I see that for whatever reason I've taken the easy way and just gone along with how she wants things. And I find it REALLY hard to consider that actually she's made herself lonely by her refusal to make a life for herself here. This isn't a new thing, she did exactly the same when she lived with me and my ex husband, she spend eight years just sitting at home having the occasional day out herself but not making any effort to make friends because I was all she wanted.
Yesterday (which has brought all this to a head) she was really poorly and the doctor came out to see her. I feel absolutely awful but I wondered if she would have to go to hospital, just for a day, just to give me a break, just so I could relax and not have her going on at me. My heart sank when he said she should be fine in a couple of days.
She spends all the time in the living room, so I never sit there. It's as if the room doesn't exist for me. If I sit in the kitchen, or am in the kitchen it's as if I have a magnet attached to me and she'll appear as if by magic asking me what I'm doing.
It's so intense. She wants to know everything about what I'm doing, where I'm going, who I'm seeing. I don't tell her. She's always been like this.
With studying and work I'm currently doing something for about 60 hours a week. I'm absolutely determined to finish my studies and move on to a well paid career.
I'm struggling because 1. I'm knackered! and 2. I find it difficult to keep in my mind that this is my home as much as it is hers and that I'm not selfish when I want to spend time in it the way I want to, not the way she wants. I feel selfish and guilty about not taking her out more. I've been on holiday from one of my jobs for two weeks and every day she asks me if we're going out anywhere. I keep saying no and keep feeling guilty. I take her out every Sunday. It's my only day off and it is dedicated to her. She can no longer get out and about on her own because of her mobility issues, so I'm happy to do it and it's okay, it's just...enough. I can't dedicate any more time to taking her out. She would never ever go out with anyone else, nor would she ever take a taxi anywhere. It has to be me.
I don't really know why I've written all this. I suppose I need a hug or something, and maybe for someone to say that I'm not being selfish and I don't need to feel guilty.
Thanks for listening.