“You should get married while you’re still pretty.”

What an f-ed up thing to say.

Confided in me that she worried my dad might be an alcoholic—she was hiding liquor from him, told me about lots of concerning behavior. ***She asked me to talk to my dad about it.***

When I talked to my dad about what I observed, I mentioned that my mom was also concerned. She straight-up called me a liar and said I was hysterical.

My dad cut back on his drinking significantly, but never did seek formal help. He seems to be OK but if he does get worrisome again, I will only say anything if I witness anything directly, or hear it from like his best friend or my aunt or something. If my mom asks for my help again, I will tell her to go straight to hell.

In reference to her boyfriend who I didn’t like (I was 14 or 15 at the time): “if you’re trying to make me choose, I choose him.”

Jesus these are cruel!

"I thought you were going to be a doctor or a lawyer. Why are you a teacher instead?"

You’re boring - I was sharing how poorly I was feeling during my first pregnancy and she clearly could not have cared less.

“That never happened.” Yes Mom, yes it did.

When I shot up to over 5’10” she said “your sisters are petite. Men like that.”

I will hear that til the day I die.

I loved to read as a child and to punish me she would put my books in a trash bag and threaten to throw them out.

encouraged me to sit in the sun because I "looked better with color", and tanning beds, and no sunscreen ever.

Im 39 and my skin is destroyed.

“ you’re older and should know better” My brother was only 18 mos younger than me but could get away with anything and I got into trouble because I was “older” Not really a specific phrase, but downplaying my fears and concerns as being silly instead of acknowledging them. I would say something and she would say “ don’t be so silly Larla” which didn’t make anything better.

She calls any type of anxiety or worrying “Smith-ing” (that’s not my father’s last name, but you get the idea).

Yes, my dad’s a worrier. So am I and so are my siblings. It’s anxiety, exacerbated by growing up with her being an alcoholic who rages and lies.

I recently told her, “I guess any time I lose my temper, I’m “Jones-ing,” huh?” Big smile. That didn’t go over well.

“Daddy stopped laughing the day you were born.”

“You’re just lazy.” It has echoed in my head for decades. She got the big things right, and was a good mom, but that was not a good thing to say.

Inspired by the post about what's the worst thing another mom said to you.