My mother's silent and wholly negative body language is doing my head in. Her "victim" act is second to none and she sighs as if we're all doomed.
I really hate it. I can't stand the guilt and I fed up of trying so hard to please her. If I ask her what's wrong she says nothing is up and I know that when she goes (she's sating for a few days) she'll tell me what a wonderful time she had (and she'll probably send me a fucking thank you letter too) when everything tells me she wants to be sitting at home. smoking fags and doing absolultely bloody nothing at all until Death comes.
No comments on loneliness and depression. She has both. I've tried to help her with both for the last 20 years. Nothing's bloody worked and now I've had enough.