going slightly mad
Question:
I can kinda understand my mother’s concern over my liffe…I mean, she wants what is best. I just wish she dould understand that I have to grow up my OWN way.
Response:
- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -hi Theresa, i know how you feel, if i was getting like 98% and at the end of the year if i was getting 92% it was never good enough for my mother, my weight was never satisfying either, if say i had a peice of bread a day that i didn’t plan on eating at all…my mom would say that i was getting too fat…like my mom never knows when i’m not eating properly because i cover it up, i even faked little dishes for her to clean so she would believe it. my mom doesn’t like my current bf either…he is the sweetest boy but she thinks that he is too nice and there has to be something wrong with him!!i don’t think there is a way to make my mother happy
Response:
Sorry, I really need to get this out. I read you’ve had boyfriends who try to control you. For me, it’s my mom who just drives me nuts. She knows about my ed, and talks about that and my insomnia like they were just childish branks or something you get rid of anytime. I’d love to talk to her, but every time I try to explain my feelings she tells me how bad they are and thinks I’m crazy. I don’t live at home anymore, but come here every weekend because of the computer, I wish I wouldn’t have to, I really don’t need anyone to remind me how bad I’m doing when I’m trying to do well. Same thing with my grandma, she often talks about food to me in a therearesomecookiesforyou -sence (no wonder considering how much I eat) and I just go nuts and sometimes start weeping. And I just noticed that I can’t stand the horrible noise the knife and fork make when they hit the plate. GEE!
Response:
Angel, Hey there. I just wanted you to know that I can relate to what you posted. I used to have a controlling relationship, and now avoid relationships completely. And my parents are always making lame remarks, too… In high school, it was, "Why could you not get a 98 instead of a 94?"…and even, " You know, Theresa, your putting on too much weight." I always felt like I had something to prove to them, or some goal to accomplish as to make them proud of me. Kinda reminds me of Alais Morrisette and her song "Perfect". Now I just moved bak home for a couple of monthes to get adjusted to being back in college. I get differing remarks, but it all ends up being the same old bullshit…"Theresa, why can you not put on a little more weight for us. Like just twenty pounds"- as if it were that easy all of a sudden…and "Theresa, you know you gotta keep that scholarship" (No fucking shit, mom, I will, I will). I always have to hear something about what I should or should not be doing in my life…when will they realize I am growing up and need them not to make such remarks? Understanding where your comin’ from, Theresa
