It really seems to be true that when things seem to be headed toward the good, that’s when my mother decides to go off the rails.
For the past couple of weeks, we have gotten along well, she has been calm and friendly, and I’ve confided more in her than I ever have before – and been surprised by how good it felt to talk to her about personal things. It’s been nice and not as tension-filled as usual. Obviously when I think things are going well, she has a very different view, and that exploded tonight.
This afternoon, I came home and worked on homework from 2:30 until it was time to go to the high school open house for Big J, which was about 5:45. Yes, I had that much homework (and I’m still not done). The boys were quiet and did their homework, then played games until it was time to leave. We were gone until almost 7:30, at which time the boys showered and I settled back down with my homework. At around 8, the boys were fighting about what to watch on tv, so I told them both to go to their rooms. Little J smarted off, so I took him into my room and was dealing with that. He’s been mouthy quite a bit lately, and I’d had it. I don’t like talking to the boys where everyone can hear. It’s not my mother’s or anyone else’s business how I discipline my children. It does not involve spanking/hurting them, rather discussing the reasons why their behavior is unacceptable and ways they can correct it. We had been in my room for maybe 2 minutes…and she knew this…when she came down and was calling me to the door. There are several problems with this, not the least of which I obviously wanted privacy to deal with my son.
I opened the door and she started yelling at me that one of the boys had deleted one of her shows from the DVR, and that she’s tired of these kinds of things happening. I said to her, “Ok, I am dealing with another situation right now, can we talk about this later,” to which she screamed at me, “well, maybe you can deal with it in another residence!” as she walked away. I shut the door and continued with Little J while she stormed upstairs to scream at Big J about it. Not ten minutes earlier, she had been downstairs joking around with us.
When I had said everything I wanted to say to Little J, I put them both in bed, and went to talk to my mother. She was sitting in the couch, and I told her (trying to open a discussion), “I’m sorry. It’s just that I was dealing with something else when you came down there.” She sat there silent for a moment, and then told me she wasn’t going to talk to me about it right now, that we could discuss it at the therapist’s office tomorrow.
I think part of this has to do with the revelation that I may not be graduating for another 2 and a half years, of which she does not want to keep a roof over our heads anymore. That is understandable. Her actions, however, are not.
God fucking dammit. You want me to talk to you, then you don’t want me to talk to you. You tell me I need to stay here until I get my degree, and then you want me gone. You tell me I’m not strict enough, yet when I’m disciplining the children, you interrupt. I honestly don’t think there is ever going to be a time where she feels I have done the right thing.
What are my options? I don’t qualify for section 8 housing because I live here right now, and also the housing in our city is full. I can’t afford an apartment unless I quit school. Do I take my kids to a shelter and hope that there’s a program that can help us? Do I quit school? None of these are good options, right?
I feel like my circumstances own me. I feel like no matter what I do, I will never have a sane relationship with my mother. I feel like it’s selfish of me to be in school right now instead of making money to house my children. I feel like for every good day, there are three bad ones. And I feel like I can’t win for losing.
How did I end up here???
They sassed back