Anonymous wrote:I've already posted upthread, but the more I think about it, the worst thing my mother did was the secrecy and the mind games. She never missed an opportunity to tear me down and no one was the wiser. When I was young, she would often pull me aside into another room during holidays or family gatherings to beat me or tell me horrible stories or lies - basically anything to make sure I was miserable. I remember one Christmas her telling me that my aunt was going on and on about how ugly I was and making fun of me to others in attendance or the time she told me she "overheard" my grandparents saying how disappointed they were with me and wished for a different grandchild. Looking back now I know these stories were fabricated, but at the time they just destroyed me. My mother is a miserable person and if she can't be happy, then nobody can.
Just minutes before my baby shower she threw a major tantrum - crying, screaming, the works - because she was worried no one understood that this was *her* special day. Of course she pulled it together as guests arrived and went on like nothing happened, but it definitely hurt my ability to enjoy what should have been my special day. When DH and I got engaged my parents decided to host a small backyard bbq for family to celebrate. Again, with guests beginning to arrive she pulled me aside and hissed in my ear "Don't expect a dime from me for this wedding, in fact, don't expect anything!" She then went on to play happy host all afternoon just gushing about how excited she was for us and how she couldn't wait to start getting plans underway.... gag.
She also loves to lie and gaslight and then call or text me saying that she can't sleep, has a horrible headache, etc. because she's worried that I will betray her confidence. Nope B, you're just worried that you're going to get caught.
I endured this behavior for 39 years before I found the strength to separate myself from her, and as a result, the majority of my extended family. No one except for me and my father (who she also abuses) knows what she's really like behind closed doors.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:So the weird underwear thing - was your mom mad that it was a #2 stain or was it a discharge stain?
She was probably triggered to sexually shame you for vaginal discharge i.e. lubrication.
My mom used to shame me if I ever masturbated.
My mother told me you had to see a priest if you masturbated. Also, I couldn’t wear tampons because it would make me a slut.
Anonymous wrote:She told me she was going to divorce my dad, but not to tell him or my siblings because she was going to move us out while he was at work. I was fifteen.I always felt bad for keeping the secret, but don’t know if it would have helped anything to tell anyone. She painted him as a monster, and I believed it for years. In reality, my dad was blindsided. He came home to an empty house and bank account.
After divorcing, she started dating someone else. She told his daughters that they were like daughters to her while my sister and I were sitting right there. She would fawn all over him and ignore us. We barely had food in the house, so when she made a plate of dessert bars for him, my sister and I ate all of them. She was livid.
There are, of course, many more incidents, but those are the two that came to mind.
Anonymous wrote:Even though the good times outweigh the bad, I’ve heard some zingers. “You’re a wh*re” was quite unexpected when I was 25 at a family wedding and shared a hotel room with my boyfriend of 1 year…
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Prom I paid for my own dress, my own hair and makeup and she was with her 2nd husband and his kids because that was her priority. I went home to change into my dress and she looked at me, sighed, and said "you look like a whore". It wasnt even a lot of makeup. I had a conservative mermaid strapless dress and felt beautiful until she opened her mouth.
theres more but thats the one that sticks out.
She was/is jealous of you and your stunning beauty, and your ability to wear that beautiful dress - which you only made more beautiful when you wore it!
I bet you have never let a jealous woman bother you since, or take up any of your mind space.
You slay - and I bet you are stunning!
Not to mention, I bet she could never in a million years wear that dress! That is what she hated most. Too bad for her.
Anonymous wrote: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.
Anonymous wrote:I call my kid annoying. I’ll be sure to stop. My mother was utterly nasty and I try every day to be kind to my kids, but I’m not perfect. This thread makes me worry they’ll hate me no matter what.
Anonymous wrote:So the weird underwear thing - was your mom mad that it was a #2 stain or was it a discharge stain?
She was probably triggered to sexually shame you for vaginal discharge i.e. lubrication.
My mom used to shame me if I ever masturbated.
Anonymous wrote:When I was about 23, on a family cruise my mom took my room key while I was sleeping and gambled at the casino with it (because she had already exhausted the per-day ATM withdrawal amount on her own card at the casino. She won $50k playing as me, so I had to pay the taxes on it. It even kicked me into a higher income tax bracket at an age where I had zero disposable income. I went into debt over it and it took a while to pay off. If you’re wondering if she offered to give me some of the $50k to cover the taxes, the answer is no. And yes, she filled out forms with my name on them when she won without me present. This gambling behavior only got worse after my dad died a few years later, but she no longer has access to my stuff.