Mommy Dearest

I have what some might call a "tumultuous" relationship with my mother.

I suppose the saying "it's always the ones you love the most, that can hurt you the most" is completely applicable.

Let me explain.

My mom and I are great friends. And when we get along, things are super. Our relationship borders on ideal. But when we are NOT getting along, holy shit - it's a war zone and we stand by a "take no prisoners" mentality. Or so it feels.

I'm not sure if it's her or me - but my mom still feels like she has to "mother" me. I consider myself fiercely independent and yet if something happens, they are the first to know. I may not be calling because I need something from them, it's usually because I want to talk it out. Get their emotional support and stuff.

So here is some background. You see my mom and I were in a car accident my senior year of HS. She was driving me to school one morning, and I begged her to stop at McDonald's for some breakfast to go. She did. As we were leaving the parking lot, that's when we were slammed from the left by a car. You'll recall the story here (see Question #49). Well, on occasion my mom will remind me of said accident and imply that it was MY fault because I wanted breakfast that morning.

Yeah. Exactly. That's effed up.

But ... that's Mom.

Oh, it gets better. So my accident last week was on New Year's Eve. Right? Well, that night I had made plans to go downtown to ring in the New Year. Since I was on medication, I was the designated driver. (Which was cool, no worries. Fun can be had sober. Seriously. It can. Really.) Anyway. So my Dad called me on my cell a few minutes after midnight, only it was so noisy I missed the call. So my Mom called my roommate, who heard her phone, and handed it to me.

And instead of wishing me a Happy New Year - she immediately starts with ...
Mom: Your Father called you.
Me: I know. I missed it.
Mom: Well, he was calling you.
Me: Yes, I saw. I missed it.
Mom: You didn't answer.
Me: I realize that Mother.
Mom: Here, talk to your father.

Yeah, I don't have issues.

So I talked to my Dad. Wished him a Happy New Year, etc. It was fine. But damned if I wasn't pissed as hell when I got off the phone. Great way to start the New Year... car accident and a lecture.

Well, today Mom just topped that cake with a big ol' side of icing. When I told her I was out last night, she proceeded to lecture me that I should be more careful about being out late. According to her that's why I was in the accident last Friday. Apparently, if I hadn't been out so late, nothing would have happened. It was all my fault. I believe she said it was a "costly night out".

I think if I had felt up to the fight, I would have just hung up on her. But instead I changed the subject.

Yeah. It's weird. And to say the least - all kinds of effed up - but that's Mom. I'm sure everyone else has stories like this tho... right? Right????

Okay - now that I've sufficiently freaked everyone out with my bitching about my mom - I think I'll call it a night.