One Needs a Truck Load of Patience to Deal With a Mother

Since time immemorial, it is a known fact that once we women become mothers, and more so mothers of adults, we get irrational by the moment. The same is the case with my mum, as well. It gets challenging to converse with her because she refuses to see sense.

We have arguments daily, which mainly revolve around her telling me that she isn’t happy living with my husband and me. Her idea of living a happy life is for me to divorce my husband, and live with her ever after – which is impossible. I feel like I have already given so much of my life to her that now I don’t want to waste my time or breath on anyone else but me.

I don’t get it. My husband and I have done so much for her, we are both bending over backwards for her, but her satisfaction remains at a -2. Every day she walks up to me and tells me I am not concerned about her anymore (which is downright stupid and she knows that. I think she secretly says it to piss me off), she is upset because I don’t shop for her every day (that’s what I used to do, but I reduced the daily shopping to weekly shopping due to the COVID scene. I wonder why she doesn’t get the seriousness of the situation.). Her anger scale hits a 100 when I support my husband (which she despises because she tells me every day what an incompetent husband he is – which he isn’t – and wants me to leave him and go take a house where both she and I can live “happily ever after”).

I want to put an end to this daily mental stress, but I can’t. I can’t, because:
-1 I don’t have the guts to fight back with her
-2 She will threaten to kill herself – which she has attempted several times
-3 She will walk out of the house in the middle of the night, and I have to hunt for her

I am beginning to feel extremely dissatisfied and demotivated with all these scenes that are happening at home. The sad part is that this will be a continuous cycle, and there’s no end to it.

#when the going gets tough, the tough get going (except, looks like I won’t go anywhere, except walk right into my mom’s trap)