Like a child I am almost fifty years old and my mother can still make me feel like I’m a child. No matter what I do it is never done the right way for mom. Three years ago she had a stroke. For a year and a half she was in a rehab facility. When [...]
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Like a child
Posted by Cristy on December 19th, 2008
Posted in Motherhood 
Tags: clothes, dad, feeding tube, fifty years, flowers, god, laundry, medicine, mom, mother, nursing home, refrigerator, rehab facility, several times, shoes, stroke, wheelchair 
1 Comment »She ruled my life
Posted by Cristy on December 18th, 2008
She ruled my life I am 48 years old and for forty years, I allowed my mother to rule my life. When I was a kid, she had a fierce temper and I got scared. I resolved at an early age to avoid her wrath, and since I am a pretty smart person I was [...]
Posted in Motherhood Tags: children, forty years, god, insight, judgment, little contact, living my life, marker, mother, relationships, smart person, stern, temper, voice in my head, western calendar, wrath, y2k 1 Comment »Guilt
Posted by Cristy on December 17th, 2008
Guilt My mother has gotten worse and worse about using guilt and manipulation to try and control me as she has aged. When I grew up, it was always control issues having to do with me being fat or not loving her enough. As I have gotten older and gotten out on my own, she [...]
Posted in Motherhood Tags: coming home, discipline, feelings, food addiction, good measure, guilt trip, mail, manipulation, mother, pills, sick cats, three times 1 Comment »Insidious
Posted by Cristy on December 16th, 2008
Insidious My mother’s method of trying to control me is best described as insidious. She is the master of the statement in the form of a question and the backhanded compliment. For example, she would never openly say, “You’re fat.” Instead, she asks, “Do you really need to be eating that?” or “You should wear [...]
Living under her roof
Posted by Cristy on December 14th, 2008
Living under her roof I am twenty two years old, a successful college student and I have a good job. However, my mother still insists that “since I’m living under her roof” that my life should abide by her schedule. She frets about leaving me alone in the house for any length of time, or [...]
