My mother raised me and my siblings my herself and sacrificed her career, and never remarried, as she said she wanted to concentrate on us. Money was always an issue growing up, and mum was often stressed about that, but overall, we had a really happy childhood.
She shared everything with us about finances, her mood, etc. At the time I thought we were close, but now I feel like it set up some unhealthy boundaries between us.
Me and my sister are now her therapist, confidant, friend, and she demands so much time and attention.
She will call me incessantly and when I answer it will be about nothing i.e. she has bought Easter Eggs, someone she knows is moving house, or she saw a blackbird in the garden. If I don't answer she will text me asking me to call her.
She won't get any medical help, but she's definitely depressed/suffers from some form of anxiety disorder. She worries about anything, even stuff that isn't real i.e. she'll call me and tell me not to worry about work/family/etc, when I literally have expressed zero concern in anyway.
She used to call me and tell me she wanted to die, she'd wail and shout, and then hang up. I'd freak out and worry, and then she'd eventually answer her phone hours later and be as right as rain and laugh off the incient. She doesn't do that now as I said it was too upsetting. I honestly think it was manipulative but I don't dare say she is manipulative as I'll never hear the end of it.
If I say anything approaching "criticism" she will call my siblings and say how horrible I'm being, and then they will have a go at me. I admit, I used to do the same thing, but now take all of her criticisms of them with a pinch of salt, or say I don't want to talk about them/say I've got to go and end the call.
And she is full of self pity, constantly getting upset that I don't live closer (I haven't for over 20 years), that everyone else sees their family more, her friend's children do more for thier parents, everyone else has more money, etc. But I'm sure even if I lived next door, they'd be something else to feel sorry for herself about.
Whens she's not telling me something mundane, crying or telling me not to worry, she will go on and on about how she loves me, and then list every person she nows and say how much they love me She also texts me at least twice a day to tell me how much she loves me. I find it absolutely suffocating.
I know that a) I'm lucky to have a mother who loves me and b) it could be a lot worse.
But I'm getting worn down by the drama, and I increasingly sad that we just can't have a "normal" conversation.
Thank you if you've read this far! Any advice?