It's all about her...
Monday, October 02, 2006
My mother and I have an odd relationship; sometimes it is great, but most of the time, I find myself simply putting up with her myriad idiosyncrasies. We had a blow up back in January, which seemed to have cleared the air, but I feel the same old fog of frustration creeping back in. I can not even begin to describe her, for she defies explanation. She is very self-centered and the universe revolves around her. There are times when the frustration of having to deal with this simply overwhelms me. When I begin to talk about the things I am doing, she acts bored and proceeds to talk about herself again. If she does stop to listen for a minute, she implies that I am bragging. She would disagree with me and argue the point that I am making here, but the fact remains that she at the very least personifies a woman who needs to hear compliments and talk about the things she is doing, hoping for positive reinforcement, but at the same time not having any inkling that others might need the same. I put on a mask of indifference because I can not stand to dole out praise, when I never received an ounce of it my entire life (well from her, anyway). She has changed towards my brother, doling out praise and pity, which is great. But this came from him trying to kill himself. Since I am not about to do the same, I guess that I am resigned to the fact that we will never come out of this. Back to the status quo.
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11:03 AM
It's good that we can choose our friends (and who we want to start families with), to make up for anything we find lacking in the ones we were born into.
That said, I've been lucky that my parents and my brother are very cool, even if they don't always "get" me. (And not so much lucky in love these days...but, whatever...)