My relationship with my mum is driving me mad. Literally. I have been depressed all most non stop since childhood. I started self harming around 10 and haven't really stopped (although have moved through different kinds).
I want to live my own life, but I can't get her to stop. I don't know how.
She controls where i live (she owns half the house, we pay her rent as she can't afford to let us fuck up the bills etc as I am too feckless to trust - her words). We are having a huge battle over wanting to move atm. Long saga, but I am being selfish again. Her opinion is that it would be better for tbem and ds if we (me ds and dp) moved closer to them. I don't want to as it owuld isolate me and dp from everything (friends, job, dp's family more) and we would be more reliant on my parents, which I don't want. I want ot move to another area (other side of town) closer to dp's family. But she refuses to travel there as it would be further - I am not that bothered by this as I go to see htem, not the other way round anyway. There are other issues as well. I have said no a undred times, but more and more she convinces me about how selfish and ungrateful I am being.
When I take ds round she changes his clothes (She doesn't like what I put on him), she has more toys/clothes/stuff for him there than we do at home. Presents that come from family have to be opened and left htere as we woudln't look after them properly.
I do take advantage of this - I have never made an appt for myself (e.g. drs dentists) because she does it (in her opinion, I wouldn't get round to it, I would do it wrong). I have no confidence to do anything myself. I know I would do it all wrong. She does know me better than anyone. She knos what I am capable of and in her opinion I am not capable of this stuff.
They (my parents) have given up so much for me and my sis. They do so much for me. I know I wouldn't have survived without them and yet I feel resentful. I want to do things myself, even if I sometimes make mistakes.
I know she only does this cos she wants me to be happy, but I'm not.
She has sacrificed her time, her energy etc and I am not happy, I am not grateful enough, and I want to do stuff myself. I try and then the first mistake or problem proves to her I can't do it.
I am a spineless freak. I hate arguments (you don't have quiet reasoned discussions with my parents), I know it would be hard work. But to take it on would be to constantly let her down (not that I don't do that anyway).
She buys me clothes (We can't afford htem) and then wants to wash them herself because I can't be trusted to look after them. But why would I do that? She has enough to do without that and it would become something else to show how awful I am.
She went abroad for the month and phoned me every day (ds hair was too short, I shouldn't be driving out of town - she phoned my aunt to try and get her to take me, but aunt wasn't too happy and I didn't want her to). But the time she was away was the happiest time of my life. Though I worried about it for months beforehand (she otld me I would never cope - I refused to go with them).
I have no confidence in my own abilities - in anything. But I know people would give their right arm for the amount of help I get.
So tell me I;m a spineless wonder, that I should accept it.