It annoys me when my mom tells me to do a billion things at once, like: 'GURL gimme a sec to do the first thing first!'
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“Are you bleeding? Are you physically hurt? No? Then stop crying!”
Good job mom, now I can’t stop
Mother: You're just like your dad.
Me: Not my fault; I didn't pick him out.
She kicked me out. Moved in with Dad 😁
Not a parent, but an aunt I lived with. Her daughter bullied me, but I "obviously deserved it because I was weird " F--off .
I don't deal with that side of the family any more obviously.
My father: "We could have moved to another country and have a good life. But then you were born, and we had to make great sacrifices for you. And stop telling me that you need shoes, we've spent too much for you already, as opposed to our boy" (my brother, 5 years younger, who was "the golden child").
I was a teenager at the time and I was bullied at school because of my poor, very used clothes and broken shoes.
For someone so smart, how could you do something so stupid?
whenever they try to ask me gay questions.
Depends. Are they asking for clarification, to understand you better? Or are they asking to be mean? There's a difference.
Me: "wait, why am I not allowed to play solitaire on a screen? Won't it just make a huge mess if I use real cards?"
Parent: "game time is done."
Me: "but it's just solitaire, it's not like a first person shooter or anything."
Parent: "yeah, but theirs ton of distractions there, like pop up ads."
Me: "there are no pop up ads on here."
Parent: ...
Me: "so why-"
Parent: "because I said so."
As a girl, I often heard why can't you be more like your sister?
She good the good grades, she was the teacher's pet.
As an adult my mom says I wish your sister was more like you.
FINALLY!!!
If you're wondering, my sister and I don't talk often.
My bio father would always say "I'll give you something to cry about" when he thought we shouldn't be crying (over getting hurt or anything at all). I have spoken to him once since he punched me in the face and gave me a concussion 25 years ago. Who's crying now? Not me!
“Life isn’t fair” (this in itself is true but it’s her excuse when she puts my siblings I’ver me”
“Oh you are just angry because you are ____ (tired, on your period, hungry, jealous)
It drives me crazy!! No I’m mad because this situation sucks and I’m a human with emotions
Me , crying over nothing (it seems dramatic out of context but it meant a lot to me and he should have known that)
My dad: ok, you can stop now, we know you were just doing it for attention
I was IN THE SHOWER. With the DOOR CLOSED. I was trying to AVOID being heard
UGHHHHHHHHHH I HATE THIS LIKE LET ME JUST CRY TILL MY STOMACH HURTS IN PEACE
The phrase “Good job. Just remember you can always do better” not an entirely horrible thing to say but it ties into my perfectionism and the issues it raises up.
“Think about all the kids who have it worse than you.” Like, I’m sorry I’m an imposter or spoiled or something, jeez!
My mom got remarried when I was a kid and my older sisters were in high school. A couple of years in she had a couple of new kids and she told me "I really want to give them everything that I couldn't give you or your sisters." The problem was that I was still in the picture (my sisters had since graduated and moved out). This felt like a major f-you as she was practically giving up on me so that she could raise these two replacement children...
Not to me but...
So it was the day after Christmas and for Christmas my cousins and my family go to my grandpa's house. There are four of us and four of them with my grandpa. So there are 9 people on this 2 bed 2 bath house. My grandpa sleeps in one bedroom and my aunt uncle and one cousin in the other. My parents sleep on the pullout bed. My cousin and I were sleeping on the floor for 2 nights and my brother on the couch.
I asked my mom if I could sleep on the couch bc my cousin snores and head bumps me while he sleeps. My mom says yes and tells my brother that he has to sleep on the floor, he says, no I'm older, and my mom is like, so what I told you to sleep on the floor, now my brother is 6 foot and my mom is like 5'3 so... He says fine I'll sleep on the upstairs couch, my mom says, no the parents are up there and we are up much later than you. He grabs her and she can't do anything so she threatens to call the police. Like... I've been given black eyes and bloody noses by him and you just are like Jarrrreeeddd *not his name* and when he grabs you... Not even hurting you you threaten to *call the police* like...... Ok ig... Tbc I'm the same height and build as my mom.
My mother explaining to me, multiple times, that I shouldn't use a binder because it makes her sad and I'm fighting biology and since binders are the same as botox or cosmetic surgery (she said that. She literally said that, although not the exact words) it's going to make me hate my body. She acts like she knows more about being trans than me.
Secondarily!
My mother (again) has twice now forced me to tell her that I lied to her which usually would be okay but the thing is I was telling the god damn truth. Both times. She just couldn't believe me and she has to be right, and now she always talks about how she 'can't trust me' cause I lie so much, citing specifically the times that she has literally forced me to lie to her, saying that I was lying beforehand.
As an ending note!
Also my mom, surprise surprise. Much less 'wtf what's wrong with you' and more actually just annoying. She's really big about not 'hinting' which means that often when she decides that I'm not being clear enough and must be doing it on purpose, she'll tell me to reword it without hinting. It'll take me up to ten tries with her getting progressively angrier go finally satisfy her.
Anyways yeah my mom's a bit difficult.
Whenever I want to say something snarky but stop in the middle of the first word, they always demand to know what I wanted to say. They then yell at me for it after nagging so that I would tell them
Not annoying, sad actually. My mother let me know she did not want a girl and that she had tried to get someone in the hospital who had a boy to switch with her. That mother had really wanted a girl but wouldn’t even think of doing what my mother wanted. My relationship with this woman (my mother) was never good and I always wished I’d been a boy. I must add that when I ‘discovered’ boys in my teens I was thrilled to have been born a girl!
