Small things, like "oh you're reading again", or, "oh you're up", in these mind-mess quotes to me, or "why are leaving so early" (taking one half hour to run errands????????), or "I don't like rice and don't know why you keep making it", and "stupid TV isn't working" (think pressed wrong button on remote). I could go on, but the BS is endless and I mean endless. I'm ready for a timeout!!
My SIL's MIL (sorry, I know it's getting convoluted) - may she rest in peace, however little she deserves to - was in the habit of slandering her lovely, dutiful, intelligent son quite outrageously. I just used to let my jaw drop and say, in a scandalised tone: "D------! That's a DREADFUL thing to say!" and she wouldn't go on about whatever it was after that. But I think she was a one-off who just enjoyed creating gossip and making trouble. At least I hope she was a one-off…
I think you can almost always get away with expressing gentle scepticism, you don't actually have to concur with every word. Flat contradiction is rude, though, so unless it's called for - e.g. by an obvious and appalling slander - keep your disagreement light.
When my Mom starting swearing and saying things like, "She's such a b*tch!" in front of her great-grandchildren who spend the night at my house on a regular basis, I started confronting/correcting her (which REALLY made her mad) in front of the kids. I'd say, "Grandma, we have little ears here," and she'll look at the kids and say, "Oh, they've heard that word before"--like they're not even in the room! My response to her was/is: "YES, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN IT'S OK TO USE THAT KIND OF LANGUAGE, IS IT?" She'll stomp off to her room, stay there for a few hours, and peace is restored.
I'm not saying that this is right or wrong, but my Mom has NOWHERE else to go. She has alienated her other children and most of her own siblings. Now, I TRY not to take advantage of that fact, but she knows that if she EVER starts complaining about how I do things in MY house, I will help her pack her things and then call a cab. Fortunately, she wants SOME sense of independence--as she sees it--from all of us who are "trying to tell her what to do" so I've let her know that that is exactly what I'm helping her find--an independent living facility. She just doesn't know that she can't afford independent living and that I'm actually moving her into whatever the h*ll she qualifies for, b/c I have come a loooong way, baby, and I am not living like this any longer than I have to. I've told her that we both "deserve" our own places and she thinks (for now, anyway) that having her own place will make her happy.... and the denial continues.
Did I even "stay on topic?" If I didn't, I apologize. I haven't vented in a few days, so thanks!
Venting, sharing and going off topic, (but not really), always encouraged. Hugs to you today.
I got up, walked away and when she couldn't see me I flashed her my middle finger! I feel better already!
Haven't gotten so far as to give the bird, but I roll my eyes behind her back so much that I'm afraid they may stay that way one day!
No answer. She just said ' you were fed and looked after well, so you had it pretty good, little lady.'
It's very depressing to think that you are only 'loved' for what you do.
I noticed that if my mother wants to spit venom on me she digs up old stuff from the past and tries to hit me with it over and over again. I will remind her that she has already harmed me with that venom. She now makes up stuff to get a punch in. I ask her why she feels she has to punch me when our time is so limited with me living out of town, she said she does not know.. Then I say, it's dark in the room because you can't stop blowing that candle out so I'm going back home..
While growing up my mother said some very ugly things to me so her behavior is not shocking the real difference is that I am a grown adult with my voice and I do not have to take the abuse. My voice with my mother has come in strong but sometimes my voice gets stuck with other mean people.
If it's any consolation, I've seen this in friends' families and I know (because the perpetrators are my friends, not the children) that it isn't, truly it isn't, lack of love. It's some kind of personality mismatch, I think. They love the odd-one-out/scapegoat/whatever you call it child, they just find it somehow so hard to be kind and approving. It's so sad, and of course it is incredibly hard on the child.
Keep remembering, never forget: Not Your Fault. Big hug.
Just want to encourage anyone who is not feeling well to exercise, any way you can. Do it often and do it a little harder than you think you can, but be careful not to hurt yourself.
Hoping this suggestion will help and that you will begin to feel better, stronger and happier.