Re: Complaint of the day -
April 19th 2012, 11:18 PM
My mother always puts me in a blue mood. She's so negative. And she doesn't like it when I tell her that but she really is. It makes me feel so down to be around her. She always seems to find the black lining, if that makes sense. And I hate that she thinks I'm irresponsible. Her reactions to things I tell her about me are always negative. I've gotten tot he stage where I only tell her things because I feel like I should. I can't even listen to her problems because it just feels awkward. She doesn't know stuff about me like that I've been back and forth to the doctor over the last few months about a serious problem and that I've gone back to counselling.
I'd love to be friends with my parents. I know we all have slightly rocky relationships with our parents as teenagers but now most of my friends seem to have grown out of that and they can be friendly with their parents. I can't and it makes me very sad and lonely. They just don't seem to agree with anything I do. We have completely different views on things. I feel resentful towards them for raising me to be anxious about everything and sheltering me so much that I'm scared to do things for myself, even at 21. They're very old-fashioned and well-behaved and think I'm too lazy and irresponsible; or at least that's the impression I get from them every time. I can't tell them anything about my life because I always get a negative response ~ anything fun I'm doing: will it affect your exams?? If I'm going somewhere exciting: where are you getting the money for this?? If I ask if they've seen my keys: Oh no,you've lost them forever haven't you what are you going to do you're so irresponsible. I can't have friendships with people like this. I hear my friends talk about how they're meeting their mum for lunch, just because they want to, and I feel jealous and sad.
So I guess that's my complaint of the day. I wish I could have a friendly relationship with my parents but I never will.
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror, years ago ..... I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door ... ... Níl a shíltear mar a bhítear. Things are not always what they seem.
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