Well, we had another family reunion and my mother did it again. We were all congregating for a family picture and she proceeded to turn into a bully.
She waited until everyone was present and then she yelled out that my dress was too short. Lord almighty, at the most, it was 2-3 inches above my knees.
She has sabotaged every family picture with her negative comments and if she is not picking on me she is picking on my sister-in-law.
She is a bully and she has 82 years of bullying under her belt. I am so sick of it.
Then she did the same thing that she did last summer. She whispered to me when we were sitting by each other that my dress was not really that short and then she said my hair looked wonderful.
Wow! She actually said something nice about my hair. That was unusual. She used to tell me my hair looked like shit and she would bully me about that relentlessly on family vacations.
Then she wonders why it is like pulling teeth to get me to come to these stupid reunions.
Over all I am considered to be quite beautiful and I do have nice legs so if I actually show them it is not in poor taste.
The poor taste part is being a bully for 82 years and my mother has that act down.
If I told her she was being a bully she would have the common response “You are just being too sensitive.” That is the characteristic response of a narcissistic mother.
Thank God she is losing her memory. The best that I can hope for is that she will not remember who I am in the coming years when I see her. If she does not recognize me as her daughter she may actually see the beautiful woman that others see.
Slow down there girl. I know what it is like to be around these people, these bullies. They have power and no grace. They enrage us, knock us off guard, inflame our passions, and otherwise just really piss us off. The only defense is to stay the hell away from them and hope, beyond hope, that they just leave us the F alone so we can heal our wounds in peace. Please don’t get me wrong. I know you love your mom. I am talking about the N (s) in my life. They destroy relationships and people’s lives. I know. I lived it.
Just for the record. I think your mom is wrong to be so mean to you. Remember, hurt people hurt people. And hurt people usually hurt the ones they love the most because they know they can get away with it.
so true – about the hurt people part.