My mother phoned me to tell me to watch a movie about a woman who seriously fucks up her daughter by being neurotic about food and weight.
The same woman who told me I'd be pretty if I lost weight now seems to have gone all fat acceptance on her heifer daughter. Oh no, she doesn't want me to be fat but she wants me to accept myself and to do something about it for myself. And by 'do it for yourself' she means do it so that I can be proud of you. Do it so that I don't have to be ashamed of my child. Fat daughters must be too stupid to get the subtext.
And she wants me to watch a movie about a fucked up, totally neurotic woman torturing her child - both physically and mentally - because it's interesting.
Yeah, fascinating. Can't think what it reminds me of.
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And they never stop doing it until they're dead and Van Helsing has visited with the pointed stake.
Believe me.
I am sharpening my stake already and she's not yet sixty.
There are times when I wish I'd had the courage to disappear myself from my family and bury them firmly in the past. It's so much harder to let things go when they will keep reminding you.
I hear you. While I wouldn't wish any vampiric acts upon 'em, the Crumblies have a way of wanting the impossible as if they are a board of shareholders and you the workforce, or 'workforced', meeting unachievable demands. I have found amazingly useful ways to enable a strategy of temporary "disapperances" thus avoiding that burial: at the risk of sounding totes conds, the courage is in eyeing them off over your well-placed boundaries, and not crossing over the picket line back to their side. More info available at Save the Children dot mitzi dot au ...
Mitzi, they're usually pretty firmly in their place but mother is undergoing a bout of extreme neuroticism and is in danger of sending all of us up the wall. Fortunately, the fates have conspired to throw some genuine crises in her path and the insanity is slowly easing while she acts brave and together.
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