It’s always the same conversation. My mom cross examines me about my discussion with my husband. She argues with whatever I say and twists it around, ultimately to call me stupid, to try to get me to worry that I made a bad choice, to try to make herself seem all knowing perhaps.

Here’s how the conversation always ends:

Her: “Why did you have to say that? That was very stupid to say.”
Me: “Because it’s the truth and I say the truth now. I don’t care if you think I’m stupid. Who needs you to tell me I’m stupid. You’ve made such great choices in all your dealings, right mom?”
Her:“Ok. Bye.” Nastily, sarcastically. And hangs up.
Me: “Bye.” Same.

I used to get very upset over this. I now understand this is just who she is, and no matter how I try to steer the conversation to not end like this, she will not rest until it does. Then she acts like nothing ever happened.

So, now I do feel tightnessz in my chest and hot stress washing over me, but I need to breathe and let it go. Zen