Anonymous wrote:My mom would love to have a close mother-daughter relationship but I have zero interest in that. She is one of those moms that lives vicariously through her children and whose happiness is derived from her children’s personal and professional success (as long as they align with her definition of success).
Oh that’s totally my mom. It’s funny because she just loves to say how great my life is. How I made such great choices. Have such great kids. Have such a great life. Fabulous is the word she uses. She says these things so often to me and it’s like her weird. I don’t know what to say.... thanks? I agree? I got lucky? It’s all because of you? But for whatever reason my blood starts to boil. It’s because I know if there was one thing that went wrong that threw things off she would just feel sorry for me and also judge me the way she judges everyone who married someone not great, or has kids that have problems, or whatever... the list is so long. It’s like masqueraded in her being proud of me. She is, yes but she is also smug. And unable to reconcile a world where people might have problems and still have a great life.