Well, well. Mother dear has read my bitchy post of a couple days ago.
Her reaction?
"Oh, you probably should delete that post immediately, you know, people you know might go to your blog and then their opinion of you would be horrible... think about your social standing..."
Like I care about that. I needed to vent somewhere, and since mother dear would not listen (yes, I tried) I bitched in public.
I think she's more worried about HER social standing. She can say that her friends "know what it's like to deal with "overreacting teenagers" (gee, maybe you should think before speaking, dear mother? and then you say you never insult me) as often as she wants, my opinion still stands.
I say it again. I'd give up everything I have if she would just LISTEN TO ME, without prejudices, without "oh you're just overreacting" or anything of the sort. Once would be enough.
But apparently it's too much to ask.
[EDIT] And another thing. Isn't it funny how she has to read my blog to find out what's happening in my life? Gee, I wonder why. Maybe if she'd just LISTEN without passing judgements I'd feel more comfortable talking with her about my problems, and what happens in my life, and suchlike. There are so many things I've said to my friends that I would NEVER say to her that I can't even count them anymore. Because I don't feel comfortable talking to her, because she never really tries to listen. She's just interested in judging me, it appears, and in making me a copy of herself - apparently, all I have to do is do as she says.
Of course, if I confront her about that, she says "no, dear, it isn't true" and leaves it at that. What happened to discussion? What happened to solving problems?
What happened to my mother being my first friend, the one I could always go to?
Yeah, isn't it funny?