My mother used to tell me how hard she tried and how it was never enough for me or how I was never appreciative of her efforts. But to me her efforts were awful - I did not want what she was offering. I even, one time in an extremely exasperated state, told her (which was a bad plan) just to stop - it was not making her happy and it was not worth it. I did not want it. It was a bad plan to say that aloud -but I did mean it. I felt more burdened by her misguided efforts.