My mum is quite materialistic and throws money at us too/offers to pay for things and that’s her love language I think. She likes to show-off and always flaunts the latest gadgets, cars etc. She is very controlling, has always told me what I should do and compared me to her friends’ daughters (we are polar opposites in life and I’ve always stubbornly refused to change which irritates her). I maybe sometimes played on it a bit just to spite her as an act of rebellion in my teens. Sometimes it feels like nothing I do is ever good enough for her. I fell out with her for a while when I had my firstborn as she was very domineering and kept trying to take over and run the show. When you confront her about a situation, she always finds a way to make you feel like the one in the wrong and will brood about it for ages until you give up and end up apologising for nothing just to end the tension.
She would walk over hot coals for my younger brother, he can do no wrong in her eyes, but is critical of everything I do. I recently told her I was having my little boy evaluated for autism (his brother has a diagnosis which she laughed off at the time) and her response was “What for? There’s nothing wrong with him.” That ended up in an argument because it pissed me off. I never said there was anything “wrong” with him, but you know, given the fact that I’m his mother and I see a lot more of him than anybody else aside from his dad, I think I know what I’m doing. As a child she controlled us with fear and wasn’t slow to raise her hand. I could go on, but you get the general idea.
She would walk over hot coals for my younger brother, he can do no wrong in her eyes, but is critical of everything I do. I recently told her I was having my little boy evaluated for autism (his brother has a diagnosis which she laughed off at the time) and her response was “What for? There’s nothing wrong with him.” That ended up in an argument because it pissed me off. I never said there was anything “wrong” with him, but you know, given the fact that I’m his mother and I see a lot more of him than anybody else aside from his dad, I think I know what I’m doing. As a child she controlled us with fear and wasn’t slow to raise her hand. I could go on, but you get the general idea.