I tell my mom all the time that she was a GREAT provider but a VERY SHITTY mother.
My mom used to tell me to my face that if I didn't meet her expections scholastically I would get no love...so Merrick, your case is not special. I'm not going to baby your ass like some of these other cats might. HANDLE THE FUCKING TRUTH ALREADY...the sooner you do, the sooner you can start doing constructive shit to improve your lot in life.
Neo couldn't learn Kung Fu and kick ass inside the Matrix until he puked his fucking guts out, passed out, then eventually HANDLED THE FUCKING TRUTH IN THE REAL WORLD.
I just told myself one day...FUCK what my mom thinks.
...and I've been free ever since.
The other day my mom asked me to put her on my bank account 'in case of emergency' (translation: she wants to know how much money I make)...I told her that I'm showing her how financially responsible I am by NOT putting her on there (translation: FUCK YOU, BITCH.
). She instantly threatened to remove me from the will. I just laughed and said, 'Go right ahead...and have a nice day.'. That bitch has never treated me better since.
Moral of the story is: QUIT YOUR FUCKING CRYING AND MAN THE FUCK UP ALREADY. Once you do that, INDEPENDENT of what THEY think, you will earn a respect from them that you never imagined possible.
Trust me.
Ohhhh....
This is sooo TRUE!!!
My mom was/is a very good provider, AND a very good mother.
BUt.-
When her self image get's threatened because 'I' (as an extension of her ego) refuse do something I consider not valid (because I will not feed her self image of others with my talents) She gets very emotional.
I fell so many times with her "helpless mother crying act" and then I got softened, and did what she wanted. Until one time I man the fuck up, because I saw a pattern and told her:
Hell... If you gonna cry, then do it, completely, let it all go. I will not fall for that same shit again. So stop trying to maniupulate me with your tears.
Before this 'manning up' I collapsed when the weak display of hers begun; I felt like shit, and sometimes cried in my room because of the (inconsiderateness, grossiness, jerkishness, and how feisty I was) because of the shame she instiled in me. But not anymore. I can see clearly now. Now I am Icy and cold (when I check and asses the situation logically of course and is a clear disadvantage and abuse for me)... And it really feels weird, but is very liberating. It's like breaking the chains of motherhood in sense.
Even your beloved mom is part of the matrix, and she's programmed to manipulate you. (BIG TIME!, you are on of her investments of her pregnancy)
She will test, and test, until the levels of what she can do with you are in her desired threshold, that you will get tamed like your father. So stop this.
It takes balls, though.