My mother just came back from Japan after being there for two months. Those were a great two months, I got so much closer to my friends, bonded with my brother and sister, joined a gym, read books that I wanted to (Catch-22 is great), got better at playing my guitar, did a lot of work in the kitchen, and cleaned up after myself. Life without constant nagging and yelling is a dream.
Today my mother has been home, back in New York for two weeks. An hour ago I asked her if she could drive me to the gym that I have a membership to. I even brought her half an apple.
Here's how the conversation went:
A = me, B = my mother.
A: Can you drive me to (gym name)?
B: No!
A: Why?
B: Because I can't!
A: Why can't you?
B: Why do you want to go there?
A: Because I want to work out.
B: Then go out and walk the dog, walk there, no one will see you. You're just going there so you can pay? You never go there anyway.
A: I went on the regular before. (I did, my brother drove me there a lot. I miss him, he left for college.)
B: If I dropped you off I'd have to pick you up.
I don't understand why my mother doesn't support anything I do.
She HAS been physically abusive before. She tries to control me with fear. My mother hates it when I go out with my friends and doesn't talk to me when I get back home. She absolutely hates it when I do things on my own, or when I do things my way. She seems to think that everyone outside of our house is stupid or evil. My mother isn't a kind or loving person. She's cold, bitter, and emotional. When we argue in the car, she speeds up and then stops abruptly, over and over again.
I'm not scared of her anymore, but I'm stuck living under the same roof as her for another year. This means another year of her hiding my progress reports, obsessing over my cellphone activity, hanging up the phone when my friends call the house, and nagging. She has broken my self-esteem before to the point where I didn't hang out with my friends for half a year. I'm a good kid, or so I think I am. My grades are decent, I work at a church, I do what I'm told most of the time.
So help me out. Why won't my mother support me? Why does she feel the need to control me? Has anyone else been in a situation like this? What can I do? I want a mother who'll use logic when telling me things rather than her emotions. Can I deal with this monster of a mother and still keep at least an ounce of sanity?
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