tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12576347.post113217069285126417..comments2023-10-08T10:58:58.019-05:00Comments on Casa Highland: bah humbug! (or: here we go again...)bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10075311839729792901noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12576347.post-1132261516465999432005-11-17T16:05:00.000-05:002005-11-17T16:05:00.000-05:00I'm not quite sure how I ended up on your blog, bu...I'm not quite sure how I ended up on your blog, but this post hit home for me. It took me 55 years to stand up to my mother and skip the family misery. I felt bad about it, but someone convinced me that my own health was more important than my mother's feelings. Please don't wait until you're 55 and half-demented to stand up for yourself in that relationship. <BR/><BR/>You're NOT an asshole or a bad daughter (well, you may be, but that's not what's going on here). Your first responsibility is to take care of yourself. If you do so consistently and intentionally, your mother will learn. You'll become stronger, and your emotional skin will grow thicker, so those little barbs will start to bounce off. <BR/><BR/>As Scoutie (who sounds like a great friend) said, "if going home is going to make you miserable, then don't do it and try not to feel too bad about it. choosing to take care of yourself is a very adult decision."<BR/><BR/>The world will not cease to spin if you choose to have a Christmas holiday that doesn't make you crazy. Good luck with this.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12576347.post-1132254215740889172005-11-17T14:03:00.000-05:002005-11-17T14:03:00.000-05:00Your mom sounds a lot like mine. She says "I'm gl...Your mom sounds a lot like mine. She says "I'm glad to see you're not worrying about your weight so much anymore" and things like that. <BR/>Maybe you can compromise and only go for 2 or 3 days? I also like to plan as many activities as possible to keep things moving quickly and give my mom something to do besides pick at me. Maybe that would help?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12576347.post-1132249188588193322005-11-17T12:39:00.000-05:002005-11-17T12:39:00.000-05:00i know you try really hard to be nice to your mom ...i know you try really hard to be nice to your mom and make things work. she doesn't seem to be making the same effort (or she's just not doing it in a way that appears to be nice). do what you need to do to take care of yourself. it's your mom's responsibility to take care of herself. i think we all spend our lives trying to figure out how to balance the equation of our own happiness and the guilt that our family makes us feel. if going home is going to make you miserable, then don't do it and try not to feel too bad about it. choosing to take care of yourself is a very adult decision.shaynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02293193809895702447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12576347.post-1132242846714463302005-11-17T10:54:00.000-05:002005-11-17T10:54:00.000-05:00What I find so ironic, is that I think that many o...What I find so ironic, is that I think that many of us have adversarial relationships with our parents, and we swear we will NEVER be that way if we ever have kids.<BR/><BR/>And yet, the other day when one of my students queried me about what her major should be in college "Find something that you love".<BR/><BR/>Oh brother...that's what my parents said to me at that age. If I ever say "You need to stop having so much fun and get serious...." I'll know I have officially become and Adult. but worse, my <I>parents</I>.Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17359344618314079240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12576347.post-1132239791971566792005-11-17T10:03:00.000-05:002005-11-17T10:03:00.000-05:00she also thinks i am chronically depressed and don...she also thinks i am chronically depressed and don't like rachel ray and others because they are "happy" and that i can't stand it because i am a "miserable person". <BR/><BR/>this was revealed in her last visit to boston. <BR/><BR/>i'm sorry, i know i'm an asshole and not a very good daughter, and particularly whiny and mean, but i usually end up in tears at least two or three times during my "christmas vacation". <BR/><BR/>whether i've gained/lost weight, don't have a boyfriend, need to start 'thinking of the future', am not making more money at my job, haven't taken the GRE or applied to grad school, whatever, i'm just fucking tired of it.kathrynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01110295957469447971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12576347.post-1132239386500122942005-11-17T09:56:00.000-05:002005-11-17T09:56:00.000-05:00i tried that...asked for advice on a bridesmaid dr...i tried that...asked for advice on a bridesmaid dress i need to make and she suggested a pattern. then paused and added "but you should probably lose some weight first - it's fitted, you know".<BR/>then there was the candelabra hanging fiasco of last year, which ended with her storming out of the house and me sitting alone with the pork chops and an empty dinner table. my sister was crying in her room, mom was literally driving the car in circles around the block, and dad was pacing around the house wondering what to do.<BR/>i do feel bad for her, but i am just so damn tired of going through this every year.kathrynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01110295957469447971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12576347.post-1132239288932436602005-11-17T09:54:00.000-05:002005-11-17T09:54:00.000-05:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.kathrynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01110295957469447971noreply@blogger.com