Thank you for the responses
@Tinyflame @Freddyt @Charbella . I think those are good ideas about coming up with alternatives. That way she doesn’t feel dropped.
it sounds like she might feel like she needs an ally to deal with her 'friend'
lol. You would think, right? Nope—my mom is deep in codependent enabling land so being controlled and controlling others are her love languages.
It really helps me see—just in this moment—how that modeling and conditioning lead me to be blind to my enmeshment and entrapment with ex and my parents. Her dad was an alcoholic and her mom had a passive aggressive victim mentality. My mom told me she tried going to therapy once but couldn’t stop lying to the therapist. My T referrred to my mom as a collapsed person. She’s never lived alone in her life. Her world is codependency and gossip and criticism. She’s never depressed. Ever! She just lives that way and it suits her.
I love her because she’s my mom but I relate to her in a different way. I can’t trust her to stay present with me if I have a problem—she wants to fix it immediately and usually I end up consoling her or she does stuff later to fix it that I then have to deal with.
Well, I guess this thread is turning into me processing my mother! Lovely! I suppose there is a connection between mothers and the holidays—they are often saddled with the job of “doing Christmas.” As Kate Bush said, “Mother stands for comfort.” Even when Mother does it all wrong she is the one who is supposed to get it right.
I’ve mostly checked out from expecting any comfort from my mom—no completely. And can’t remember ever feeling comforted by my mom. I have memories of her trying to comfort me, and grateful that she was trying, but I don’t think it sank in. Ok, maybe when I was 6 and sick, her presence was comforting. But definitely not as an adult. Actually for adult me, I felt closest to her when I was gossiping with her. She really rewards that with her attention.
I don’t want that attention anymore. And she isn’t able to offer other kinds of attention. I don’t feel sad for her. It’s her life. And she’s not sad. She doesn’t show anger. She’s just kind of like a servant who teases her keepers. She is a huge fawner.
*Sigh*. That’s enough derailing the thread. Sorry. I think I was trying to figure out why it’s so hard for me to be around her, especially in the presence of her disfuncional crew, which is her husband’s family.