I relate to the demands for perfection so deeply. Nmh mother, who does not live with me is the first to criticize my life and how I'm conducting it. She wants all my ducks in a line. She's extremely intrusive and has this delusion that the world revolves around her and her demands of me. She expects me to be perfect in every way, from how I dress, to my makeup to my speech and dialect, to how my house looks and yes she randomly walks in and criticizes its appearance as if there's too much clutter. She continually tells my I need to donate my things to goodwill but wint donate any of her thousands of things herself. I swear she vicariously lives her life, needs, wants and desires thru me because she can't do for herself so she wields her control over me and makes me miserable. And what makes it harder is because she's hard on me I have the uncanny ability to raise the bar to a higher standard to even more unachievable. I constantly upset, down depressed and cant even let out my emotions because I feel for me that just a sighn of weakness and proving I can't do it. Why does this have to be so has?