Minor Vent

[Sandstone]

Do we have a thread for these?

Spent several hours on Sunday digging and planting the flowerbed outside my mothers home. A huge challenge for me, that I've been pushing myself to do for ages.

Toady I get "I feel sorry for the fuchsias, they don't have enough light"

No thanks, just the one thing she can find to criticise. And she never bothered to feel sorry for me. Grrr.

 

[Sandstone]

An aha - this is when I'm meant to do the grounding and stuff. It's only taken me an hour and a half to twig. After zoning out with TV and online competitions, I realised I'm still wound up, and something I feel about level with my fifth front ribs.
Off to breathe, look at metronome and focus on objects

 

[Intrepid]

I find myself seeking appreciation and acknowledgement often. Thanks for posting this. My mom is just the same.

she never bothered to feel sorry for me

 

[Sandstone]

I had no expectation of appreciation - being completely ignored was fine.

 

[Intrepid]

I'm glad I could exceed your expectations.

 

[Sandstone]

I've breathed, I've focussed on the metronome, I've named and described objects, sounds and smells, I've done some studying, I've watched my favourite nonsense soap, I've eaten tangy foods, I've even energetically washed the kitchen floor I've been too idle to touch for four weeks. I still hate myself and think I have no right to exist.

I know the Fuching Fuchsia aren't misplaced, they grew there last year, and looked fine. The Royal Horticultural Society says they can be planted in semi-shade. I defended this point and then walked away when she insisted.

I have no right to anything, particularly posting this *** on a site where people with actual problems are struggling. I loathe everything about about myself and long to escape.

 

[Deleted member 1860]

Vent away!

My mom (and grandfather) were the masters of "you missed a spot!!!" Which translates to "I know it took you hours to complete but because you missed one tiny spot, it's not good enough because it's not perfect!"

Nothing is ever good enough for that type. No recognition of the good, only pointing out the bad.

 

[Friday]

In my life... The person who has the problem "wins"!!! Hurray! Huzzah! Cheers!

Ahem. Meaning, they get to fix the problem.

Not complain to others about the problem all passive aggressive guilt trippy woe is me martyr. Nor get all belligerent and insist someone else fix their problem.

Your mom has a problem with the fuchsias? She wins. It's now her problem to fix. Not yours.