Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:
They make me shop for all the kids birthday and christmas gifts, wrap it for them, bring it to their house secretly, so that they can give it to the kids. But then they don't even hand the gifts to them. I do it. They hate hate hate shopping for gifts, which I kind of get. But why make me do the work, just give cash and be done with it.
Vent over. Thank you for listening.
No, you are choosing to do those things. They don't make you do anything. You're an adult, yes? Say no when they ask.
I know. But the guilt! And possible near death! My mom told me she almost had a stroke from the stress of picking out a gift for her friend's grandchild. Her blood pressure was through the roof. She had driven around everywhere, bought and returned multiple times. Extreme anxiety over picking the right gift. She is just so happy/relieved when I agree to buy the gifts for her. I don't mind the buying part. It's the wrapping and secretly sneaking it over to her that bugs me. Me, who is busy taking care of young kids. That, I can refuse next time.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:
They make me shop for all the kids birthday and christmas gifts, wrap it for them, bring it to their house secretly, so that they can give it to the kids. But then they don't even hand the gifts to them. I do it. They hate hate hate shopping for gifts, which I kind of get. But why make me do the work, just give cash and be done with it.
Vent over. Thank you for listening.
No, you are choosing to do those things. They don't make you do anything. You're an adult, yes? Say no when they ask.
Anonymous wrote:I am sorry OP. I used to not accept who my parents were. Then, as my own child started to grow a bit older, I started to realize how much effort it took them to do things for us that I am now trying to do for my child. Like, Mom made sure I learned a foreign language early on. or that I was prepared to start school and was one of the best in class. My dad would take long walks with my brother and I, where we could talk about all kinds of stuff - he told us things related to history, literature, and just life.
I am starting to slowly accept them for who they are and letting go of the things they couldn't/wouldn't do for us. They never helped us out financially, dressed us very poorly, and didn't understand a lot of our struggles. But it is so, so hard to be a perfect parent. I am better at some things than they are, while they were better at other things.
I am not saying you shouldn't feel the way you feel, but I wish you could come to terms with your own dreams and expectations from your parents.
Anonymous wrote:Having just a small family gathering for our son's birthday this weekend. And I find out through a family member that they decided they aren't coming, just sending some cash. I'm just SAD. Really, really sad.
I mean, I get it. They don't feel comfortable driving 1.5 hours to visit us. But it's just been this lifelong thing. And as I look around at my friends who have completely capable parents who actually show up, want to see their grandchildren, are able to babysit, and actually help, I just feel sad that I don't have that.
Maybe I'm acting entitled. I know they don't owe me any help, visits, babysitting, or any of that. In my culture, we are supposed to take care of our parents as they age.
But when I see everyone else with helpful parents, the resentment starts to eat away at me, because it's been a lifelong dynamic. Financially, they supported me - they fully paid for my college, and they always give me cash on birthdays and christmas (never gifts). But beyond that... I don't even have a relationship with them. They don't even know me. They still think of me as a child. We can't even talk, because they are really critical or really anxious.
I don't even bother inviting them to things like our daughter's dance recitals, plays, or grandparents day at school, because I know they hate that stuff. They hated it when I was a kid too. They missed most, and only came to the required ones begrudgingly, while complaining all the time. They just are not into kids and kid stuff.
They make me shop for all the kids birthday and christmas gifts, wrap it for them, bring it to their house secretly, so that they can give it to the kids. But then they don't even hand the gifts to them. I do it. They hate hate hate shopping for gifts, which I kind of get. But why make me do the work, just give cash and be done with it.
Vent over. Thank you for listening.
Anonymous wrote:Having just a small family gathering for our son's birthday this weekend. And I find out through a family member that they decided they aren't coming, just sending some cash. I'm just SAD. Really, really sad.
I mean, I get it. They don't feel comfortable driving 1.5 hours to visit us. But it's just been this lifelong thing. And as I look around at my friends who have completely capable parents who actually show up, want to see their grandchildren, are able to babysit, and actually help, I just feel sad that I don't have that.
Maybe I'm acting entitled. I know they don't owe me any help, visits, babysitting, or any of that. In my culture, we are supposed to take care of our parents as they age.
But when I see everyone else with helpful parents, the resentment starts to eat away at me, because it's been a lifelong dynamic. Financially, they supported me - they fully paid for my college, and they always give me cash on birthdays and christmas (never gifts). But beyond that... I don't even have a relationship with them. They don't even know me. They still think of me as a child. We can't even talk, because they are really critical or really anxious.
I don't even bother inviting them to things like our daughter's dance recitals, plays, or grandparents day at school, because I know they hate that stuff. They hated it when I was a kid too. They missed most, and only came to the required ones begrudgingly, while complaining all the time. They just are not into kids and kid stuff.
They make me shop for all the kids birthday and christmas gifts, wrap it for them, bring it to their house secretly, so that they can give it to the kids. But then they don't even hand the gifts to them. I do it. They hate hate hate shopping for gifts, which I kind of get. But why make me do the work, just give cash and be done with it.
Vent over. Thank you for listening.
Anonymous wrote:
What you need to figure out is WHY they are like this, because it may be the only way you're going to give yourself some closure.
This is what I'm trying to do for my mother. She is hyper anxious, has social phobias, can only relax if I prioritize her above all else, etc etc, the list goes on. I'm realizing that she's a really messed up person, that's it's not her fault, that she's never going to get better and that I should work around her foibles as best I can.