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Please excuse a vent.
My Mother has become a manipulative bitch queen that feeds on guilt and shame with no intention of observing her own faults. As unfortunately common as that seems to be. She set up a house rule, everyone needs to put their dishes in the washer when we're done. Simple and reasonable request right?
Well, one night I forgot to put my bowl away. She gets on me about how disappointing it is to come home to a clean kitchen. As if she worked any more than I did. As if my other contributions, all the other times when I've done everything right where pointless against this act. This all coming after the fact that I've had to recover my parents dirty dishes several times already. Whatever, that's fine, I'll deal with it.
Then, two weeks pass. I notice the sink is filled and the machine is empty. Again. It seems they're not as committed to their rules unless they apply to me. I mention the sink's full to them in a joking manner. She asks me to fill it while she's splayed on the couch, wine in hand watching whatever cheap sitcom trash they have on local cable. I smirk and say she should do it as she's not up to anything.
She saw it as an attack, like she seem to see everything I say that isn't a glowing example of goodie goodie perfect son bullshit I've been guilted into doing throughout my childhood. Goes on this tangent about how I need to help out my father who was working on his feet for two days, while he's just asking that I take care of my own dishes and he can take care of the rest. She goes on about giving me a roof and food and carpooling (Though it's not exactly my fault their cars broke down and my brother had to borrow my own for the snowy roads of north Texas while he finishes college.)
I silently do the remaining dishes and move up stairs. Then she pages me to throw more crap like "how dare I be happy to get out of not helping the family." Not letting me say a word. Waiting till I just gave up.
If I call out her bullshit even a little, she gets extremely defensive. Asking why everyone's attacking her, telling us how unfair it is that she has to be the bad guy. Even tearing up a bit for cheap sympathy. Well I'm out of it. She took it all away and all that's left is bitterness.
Nine times out of ten she's perfectly nice and kind, but as soon as you step out of like it's time to go on the guilt trip. She's an emotional leech and my respect for her is very quickly eroding. She's always encouraged me to go for big things, and make requests, but as soon as I move out of bounds she uses those acts of charity as leverage against me. Fine. I have been, the PERFECT son for you in the past God damn 23 years. Obedient, a good listener, charitable, well behaved, softly spoken, I have avoided all manner of drugs and alcohol. God almighty forbid I make a simple mistake. If you don't want to respect me, I'll hold no respect for you. I don't care that you're trying to look like the perfect mother with the perfect family to one up your own shitty childhood, but you fail to realize that you're basically as manipulative as your own mom.
I want to leave and finally live a life of my own, but I have no means to do so All my money goes into rent, my car, and student loans. So I'm essentially trapped in a gilded cage of sorts. But the walls are spiked.
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