I adore my mom. I have to say that first.
The thing is, I don’t talk about “things” with her because she doesn’t get it.
She wants to know what I’ve been talking about in therapy and first, I feel like trying to explain that to her would go over her head, and second, she always wants to horn in with her opinions and invalidate everything I say.
She’s really good at that without trying to be.
For example, she assumed that a large part of therapy is talking about my ex, (which I mean part of therapy is but not like she thinks), and mom was like, some people are just evil and you must really be questioning yourself right now.
I’m like, actually no. Not at all. That’s not my issue. I don’t think of my ex as evil. I think of that person as very very sick. I told my mom that my ex obviously had some good qualities or I wouldn’t have been with that person or had stayed friends with that person for so long. My mom just couldn’t comprehend it.
It’s so frustrating. I just burst into tears because obviously it’s a touchy subject, but not one I can talk to her about.
She’s kind of like that with everything.
Everything is an absolute.
I love her. She’s my mom, but we are not close like that.
I don’t know. It makes me kind of sad.
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