I suspect throughout my life I've been emotionally abused. I was away from home for over 30 years and forgot what it was like to be home. At the age of 49 and divorced I moved home for a year. I ended up going to counseling for six months and my counselor remarked that I had been emotionally abused by my mother (who had been emtionally abused by her mother and so on). Anyway I bought a home. My mother eventually went to assisted living and then after about six months she decided she didn't like it and moved in with me. She didn't ask--she simply told me she was moving in with me. Yesterday when I prepared some squash, she complained about how I served it. It wasn't mashed up and I didn't add extra butter the way she likes it. I didn't know I was supposed to. I then asked her how I was supposed to serve the squash but I couldn't get a straight answer. She was sarcastic and insulted me. She constantly discusses my weight and reminds me how fat I am. She talks about how forgetful I am and if I put reminders on stickies it's because I'm not very smart. (She ought to try to keep track of as many things as I have to). She talks about how little money she had when I was a child and how expensive I was. She was single when she had me and could have adoped me out and has said she was sorry she didn't put me up for adoption. She even once said she wished she had an abortion. I'm pro life and she's pro choice and she totally blew up over this. She's blown up anytime I've expressed an opinion--like I'm not allowed to differ in opinion. She criticizes the way I decorate my home and that I clean it too much. She likes to leave a big mess. She's criticized my gardening and told me she is a better gardener (true--more experience) and that I don't have as much common sense as she does. I dare not disagree with her about politics or she will hit the ceiling. When I was a young child she once grabbed me and dragged me to the bathroom to weigh me. I was still small enough for her to do that. Then she posted my weight in the bathroom for all to see. we had a lot of visitors. I wasn't the neatest child and she threw all the garbage in my room--including the kitchen garbage with spoiled food and broken glass (I got cut). When I went to counseling as an adult she told me she handled her problems better than I did. (She was a psych nurse) She's threatened suicide--this has been throughout my life. She criticizes my cooking. When I was 54 she went around telling everyone "I'm teaching her to make bread" when I first made bread at 19. I've asked for tips and advice in breadmaking but I don't consider she's teaching me to make bread. I've mentioned some dishes I want to make such as teriyake chicken and she says, "Oh, I don't like that. I don't like gourmet cooking. I like casseroles." She eats what I cook or she will have to cook herself. She goes to bed and gets up and odd hours so I never really know when to prepare a meal. Many times I will be about to serve dinner and she makes a cheese sandwich or something and goes to bed--often at 5 p.m. so she can be the victim and I can be the terrible daughter that won't feed her. I hope to eventually get her into a nursing home because I want my life back. I am 55 and I want to be able to have my life back while I'm still young enough to enjoy it. I have lost patience with her and haven't been the perfect person but I haven't hit her or been violent. I've crabbed at her, although I've really tried not to. I plan to retire in a few years and move to another state but she tells me that isn't a good state for me to live in. I've talked wanted to visit some places and she's said, "travel doesn't interest me. I'm not interested in looking at plaques." Once I was talking about Niagra Falls and she said, "Oh I'm not interested in looking at a bunch of water." She accuses me of not liking opera because she likes it. There was a movie she really liked. I saw the movie once and enjoyed it but it's something I saw once and that was enough and she is really offended that I didn't consider it in my top 10. Of course she doesn't like a lot of my favorite movies. When she was younger, she moved to another state so she would not have to take care of her mother. The funny thing is, almost everything she said her mother did to her she's doing to me.
I saw situation after situation which matched my own. I no longer wonder if mom is narcissistic and abusive. She also explains how WE behave due to this abuse. I really recommend this book for you.
Get away from her. She will never change and she has already damaged you. Get better for yourself. God Bless.
Therapy is also a godsend. You might need therapy to help you deal with moving out.
If you want to go on a vacation and she doesn't want to go, it would be really good for you to get away without her. Hire someone to help her if she can't be by herself. They're many wonderful people out there that can put up with anything for 8 hours a day.
Run, don't walk, to the nearest AL, get her in there, and visit when YOU feel like it. parents like this are bottomless pits. The thing you have to understand is this is about her and her alone. She doesn't care about you.
How do I know, both of my parents were emotionally abusive. My Dad was the worst and Mom let him. Now she pulls all of her little tricks. I will not take care of her in my home, ever. She has saved every penny for 80 years to have "her needs" met. And believe me, they will be by someone other than me.
Educate yourself about emotional and verbal abuse. Narcissitic personality disorder as well. Stand strong, and don't ever feel guilty. God bless you.
BLESSINGS,
DPRAYS
BLESS YOU...
Before my father died of cancer he told me to take care of my mother, but don't let her live with you. From that point on I've felt like it was okay not to be forced into that. I'm going to tell you what everyone else is going to say, move her out. It's not good for either of you for her to live with you.
I've learned to feel sorry for my Mom. But I blow-up sometimes and feel down too. The most horrible thing I ever said was telling her that my father said not to let her live with me. But that did stop the fights about her moving in.
My mom lives in assisted living. It helps, but they don't do as much as they claim and Mom wants me to do everything. But as you've reminded me it's much better than the alternative.
Your pain comes through very clearly in your writing. My mom lived with us for awhile, by my choice, and I see some similarities when you describe the details. She would criticize the TV shows we were watching, loudly, from her room and expected me to get up at 5:45 every morning to attend to her 'choices', note I didn't say 'needs'. That was HER routine and come h*ll or high water, that's the way things were going to be. That's what daughters 'do' irregardless of having a husband and child that also have needs. Forget the little things like having joy in your life. I couldn't leave the house for more than an hour, ever. I owed her and she 'owned' me with the guilt.
It sounds to me like you've reached the breaking point. Mine was when my son got home from school and my mother and I were screaming at each other over some dang thing or another. He ran upstairs in tears. I knew then I had to make a choice. The situation had become too toxic to live a reasonably normal life. I did the hardest thing I've ever done in my life and kicked my mother out that day, mentally, and verbally.
I researched assisted living that day while I could hear her cussing me out downstairs. I made an appointment with a facility, toured it the next day, and moved her into there the next week. Tough, yes. Difficult, yes. Do I have guilt? Yes.
Two days from now, a year ago, my very healthy father died from a brain tumor. He catered to her routine for five years. She refused to leave the house for the last two years and her very limited world cratered in around him. It limited his LIFE and I think played a role in his untimely demise. I saw my life being defined by her terms and I saw an un-pretty outcome. Stress can kill people.
I chose my life.
Six months in, I visit my mom every other day. The AL facility where she lives is wonderful. It's private pay and I'm thankful my dad worked his hind end off his whole life to afford this for her. My mom runs the place, but she doesn't run me and my family anymore, and for that I am grateful.
Do the unthinkable. Cut the strings. Get yourself the life you deserve. We only get this one round at life. Live it. Deal with the guilt as best you can. My goal in the New Year is to get to a more healthy place, both physically and mentally. I pray for that for both of us!
How I found the strength to do that, I do not know. All I can say, is that if I could do that, you can too.