<p>So, I don’t really know how to explain this, but I’ll try my best. I’m busy with prepping for finals, but I find this to be dominating my life right now, and I guess I’d just like some parental input. I’d appreciate any insight, and I’m sorry if what I say is awful and insensitive.</p>
<p>My mother and I have a difficult, trying relationship. My father passed away from cancer when I was in elementary school, and we’ve been braving it out together ever since. I love and respect her greatly for her strength and for her love, but at the same time, I don’t…</p>
<p>We’re very poor. She makes 17k/yr and basically gets by with financial help from her 88 year-old mother. She generally cannot handle money to save her life, and I find myself growing resentful. She buys beer and cigarettes and fast food and whatever seems fine at the moment, but then she can’t pay our gas bill. My grandmother picks her up whenever she falls, but meanwhile, I’m left to take care of myself since my mother is the irresponsible one.</p>
<p>Unlike her, I’m doing fine financially. I’ve mentioned on here before how I have quite a sum of money saved up, and I will admit that half the reason why I have such an amount is because our poverty provided me with government grants and funding. She knows this, though, and she often holds it over my head. What she does is for me, she says; what we’ve become is for the best and for my future.</p>
<p>Naturally, this is a lot to bear. However, I live at home with her and commute, and I don’t think this situation can change. I became greedy and stayed home to save up and earn money, and now it’s too late to get a spot on campus next year because the dorms are filled (small school with limited housing availability). I’ve arranged a vacation of sorts for a few weeks later this summer, so while that’s a temporary escape, I’m left with the remaining reality of my situation.</p>
<p>I do talk to her. When she has a bit too much to drink and she gets emotional, I tell her how she needs to change and how she needs to start making better choices. Even when she’s perfectly sober, I offer to help her create a budget plan, I offer to help her find savings, I offer to help her find a better job; I offer everything I can to try and make it better.</p>
<p>As I’ve also mentioned, my father’s family has a business at which I work. That’s the other problem. She HATES them; she RESENTS them. I make good money there with them, but she insults them every time I bring them up. She speaks of how my father was a good-for-nothing drunk and how she would have divorced him if he hadn’t gotten sick, and she tells me how evil and vile my living relatives are (they were pretty malicious to her, so I do understand her. But I’ve never experienced this side of them myself). They’ve assured her that she always has a job if she ever needs it, but of course she won’t swallow her pride even though it’d help her financials.</p>
<p>Meanwhile, I’m fine emotionally with my father’s death and with her precarious state. I’m fully functional. I’m not trying to paint a petty portrait of how sad my life is. I’ve moved on and I’m moving forward, and though my situation sucks, I’m not fazed. It’s not my situation that bothers me. Rather, it’s the way I choose to react to it.</p>
<p>I can be mean to her. Very, very mean. She’s stuck at the point in her life where she just wants to be this perfect mother living with her daughter, and though she cooks for me, thinks of me, and truly does love me, all I focus on is the bad. She talks too loud (she seriously screams); she sounds uneducated sometimes (she almost has an MA); she thinks she’s so smart but I can see logical and grammatical flaws in her; she gets upset with me and guilt trips me like no other; she’s not feminine and her voice is rough and not soothing to me; and she’s just generally too much sometimes.</p>
<p>What’s worse is that I sometimes say this to her. Today, I snapped about her voice booming and how it hurts my ears. She got emotional and childishly mean, and when I later apologized, she looked me in the eye and said she couldn’t believe how disgusted my tone was.</p>
<p>And in all sincerity, today I realized that I AM disgusted. She’s not the mother I wanted her to be. I’m not the daughter I wanted to be. I’m not the PERSON I wanted to be. I stockpile money while she goes into debt, and I pick on her voice while she sits there and cooks for me. I sit here ranting on College Confidential while she’s probably crying in the other room.</p>
<p>I know this screams therapy, but I don’t think that can happen, either. She’ll never go, and if I go, I’m afraid she’ll notice it or see it somewhere. I don’t know if Medicaid even pays for counseling, and I just don’t know what to do.</p>
<p>I verge on the dramatic because it’s easier to communicate it that way. I’m sorry if that also makes it appear insensitive and diminishing.</p>
<p>In the end, why do I do this to her? Why do I do this to myself? How can I take a step back and become a better person?</p>
<p>Thanks for reading. </p>
My heart goes out to you, however, and I marvel at your maturity, resiliency, and super high level of functioning. Best wishes.</p>
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