I'm taking five minutes to write this post. I need to complain about the woman who raised me. She is my mother... I love her... but I do not like her. She drives me straight up the wall within two minutes of being around her. She smarts off to me in my own home. I'm not allowed to voice my opinion on anything if it contridicts hers. She tells me how to discipline my son and if I don't she steps in and disciplines him. My son gets so confused with her around. He loves his grandma and at the same time doesn't like being around her. He knows that she stresses me out. He can see it on my face and hear it in my voice. I try to hide it from him. He's the one who has come to me and said "mom, just let out your frustration with grandma, I will understand." I love him dearly for it, but he shouldn't have to put up with that.
My mother was a wonderful mother, when I was a young child. When I got into the fifth grade she decided to go back to college. Everything was put onto me. My dad worked extra hours to help pay for her education that school loans didn't cover and still have money for bills, kids activities, and dog stuff that we were all still very involved in. I being the oldest was left to making sure that chores were done, dogs, cats, birds, fish, and rabbits were all taken care of, homework done, house cleaned, food on the table for dinner, etc. Everything technically a mother should be doing, I did. Now, if you ask her, she'll deny it. Ask my brother and sister, they will tell you that I did everything. My sister is six years younger than me and she looks to me for motherly advice rather than our own mother because I was the one who raised her for many years. It was difficult because I was a teenager. My mother didn't graduate from grad school until after my softmore year of high school. Things really didn't change in the manner of responsibilities. I still did everything. It wasn't until my senior year that I started dating because I never had time for that sort of thing. It was my dad who said I needed to and encouraged me to. I can never go to my mother for advice or help in anything she just... I can't.
Well, I've been away from her long enough... I should get back to "entertaining" her.
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HOLY SHIT! You just described my whole life in that post. My mom went back to school when I was 12 and left everything to me. My own mother just made me so mad Friday night that I started a group for this sort of thing. Its all about our momma drama!! I feel your pain and can actually tell you I understand and really mean it from the bottom of my heart. Take a deep breath, know she is leaving at some point, and come join us in our new group!
www.cafemom.com/group/madatyourmom![]()
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