And, on top of everything else, I've got my very controlling parent riding my ***** constantly about my son who just moved out.
Parent is telling me I need to give son an ultimatum. Do this or that, or suffer the consequences. Make some kind of offer that will make him leave the apartment and come back home with me.
As if I have the money to make any kind of ultimatum.
Plus this parent pulled this kind of crap on me when I was younger. It was all a way for parent to pull my strings and make me the puppet so parent could control my life. It worked for a long time, when I was too weak to stand on my own. The few times I started to get stronger, parent shot me right back down and told me I was doing so bad on my own. But those were the times I felt like I was doing better, trying to be my own person, working toward my own goals, and happier.
Now parent wants to see my son fail so parent can put my son under parent's thumb, like parent kept me under parent's thumb.
Why would someone wish failure upon their child? That's what parent wants for my son right now, just like parent has always wished on me. And, in my case, failure is usually what i got, which made parent happy. Parent was happy to see me fail, yet gave me grief about what a failure I've always been.
Now that son has moved out, my parent wants my son to fail.
Aren't I supposed to be cheering for my son to make it on his own? Isn't that what parents are supposed to do? Raise the child and then when the child goes out into the world, we sit back and act proud because the kid is now an adult instead of a dependent?
Not in my family.
Now I've got parent on my butt about my son not living up to his potential, he's going to waste his life like I have wasted mine, he has such potential, where did I go wrong (because it's all my fault, of course), why isn't he back in college yet, when will he go back, I should make him go back, why haven't I forced him to go back yet...
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- Purple Daisy -
Bipolar II * Rapid-Cycling
46. Female. Midwest USA. Just returned to treatment in July 2012 after being out of treatment since 1994. First diagnosed at age 21.
Writer stuck in a cubicle by day.
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