Less angry, more frustrated... But it's moving in that direction... And it's already had some rage flashes, so thrashing it up here:
My mom.
My mom is a good person. A very good person. With quirks. The single most annoying of which is that she has essentially zero boundaries.
- My mother does NOT -contrary to her own peculiar belief system- have a right to all my personal and confidential information (medical, banking, god alone knows what else)*
- Everything that I own does NOT, in point of fact, belong to her... So she retains no rights as to selling it, giving it away, going through it, "reorganizing" it, going through it, or moving it elsewhere.
Rudeness is NOT my doing anything she disagrees with or dislikes. Such as,
- I am NOT being rude when I have to take a long time to answer because I have to breathe (pneumonia, on oxygen, and being yelled at for being rude for not answering her questions -that she doesn't even have a right to the answers- fast enough for her liking. OMFG). :banghead:
- I am NOT being rude when I wish to speak to my doctor privately. It is NOT that I do not appreciate her & everything she's ever done for me. It is (& was) A) the fact that I am an adult & wish to have a private conversation with my doctor ... & that's neither rude nor insane under any set of circumstances, & B) was too sick to concentrate on more than one person at a time. ((I did, as a matter if fact, both plan on & did invite her in -afterwards- to have the doctor explain to her what was going on. But noooooooo. That's not good enough! :banghead: ))
- I am NOT being rude when I leave the bathroom door open -in my private room- because the oxygen cable would get squished shut if I closed the door. My need to breathe trumps her having to listen to me take a piss (that she can hear just fine with the damn door shut!).:banghead:
- I am NOT being rude when visitors exhaust me, just because the visitor happens to be her. (Anyone else? She can see, clearly, so&so needs their rest. Herself? How dare I be exhausted by my mother?!?!... When all she's doing is blah blah blah blah). Mom. Stop. Mom. Just stop. Mom! >.< :banghead:
* Big Vent ...
- Representing herself as my agent (as if I'm incompetent/special needs :banghead: ) when the person on the other end of the phone checks my birthday and sees that "I'm her mother." Does not actually qualify as a legal -much less valid- reason for her to have access to my private medical & banking info since I'm not a child!!!!
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To be exceptionally clear... My mother is not abusive, or narcissistic, or anything else (aside from possibly compulsive about moving shit around :cautious: For real, it's like the look wih your eyes, not your hands thing never sank in. Mom! Put that down! ). These are just "normal family" problems / frustrations / politics. My mom would give anyone the shirt off her back, and would carve her own heart out for her kids if one of us needed a heart transplant. She's a really, really GOOD person. Who loves us all deeply. She just also drives me insane. :wtf: StressCup!!! Argh. Hence the venting.