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No. 279974
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my mom is my best friend she is very funny and very adorable and does things with me even though i am annoying and not as cool as her. I think it is funny that she is too happy go lucky to properly execute any DIY project or recipe she attempts. Our house when i was a child had green, yellow, blue, orange, and red walls with iridescent blue-green curtains and asian lanterns. all this even though the house had oak trim. she just kept painting walls vibrant colors in hopes it would fix things. picrel
I keep having to talk her down from painting the new house's kitchen/cabinets and i do NOT let her go to Home Depot by herself.
No. 280043
>>279963I feel you so hard, anon. My mom and I have very little in common, too, and she's also in an unhealthy relationship. She loves my stepdad so much, but he has a lot of mental illnesses (PTSD, bipolar) that he doesn't consistently get proper treatment for. It's really a drain on her, and I try to be there for her when I can.
The best advice I can offer is to call her every day and just listen. Moms place a ton of importance on phone calls for one, but when people in general are going through shitty situations, they just want someone to listen to their thoughts.
No. 280044
>>279890My dad went through something very similar, anon. His dad was a chauvinist prick with a short temper, and he smoked like a chimney. When my grandma got lung cancer, my dad took care of her because my grandpa didn't do jack shit besides work and play golf. She passed away when he was only 21. My dad isn't perfect, but I'm so glad he's nothing like his father. I think spending all that time caring for his mom counteracted whatever negative influence his dad would've had.
Hold on to your memories of your mom for as long as you can, anon. They might make you a better person in the long run.
No. 283455
My mom has a ridiculous work ethic, she put herself through law school and worked full time while raising me and my two older sisters. I'm still not totally sure how she did it all, I remember her sitting in the dining room of our old house surrounded by books and studying late at night. Now she's nearing retirement but insists she wants to work for as long as she can, since she's "not sure what else she would do". She's also been through a lot of traumatic shit, had an abusive father and distant mother who constantly called her stupid and ugly, and has a husband who's unfortunately somewhat dim and incompetent (though well-meaning). She said she's always been treated as the black sheep in her family, and it's sad her own mother never appreciated how well she did for herself in life (with pretty much no support, emotional or financial, from her parents).
If I had a fraction of her conscientiousness I would have an amazing career, but I struggle even to clean my room, so…
No. 283528
>>283461Lost mine 10 years ago too. Sometimes I feel weird over how much I still think about her daily. I've never been much of a believer in anything spirit wise but missing her forces me to wonder about that pretty often. Is she truly gone or does some part of her still exist out there.
If she had lived then maybe we would've had alot of ups and downs by now but I just miss the good times. Theres nobody else in my family I can have any kind of meaingful conversation with. She was the one decent, loving, open, vulnerable, caring person amongst a family of male tists who don't appear to feel anything.
No. 283830
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I love my mom so much - it hurts to imagine that one day I will lose her. This thread kind of made me tear up. My heart goes to everyone that's lost their mother.
My mom was very absent from my life when I was younger and as a teenager that made me very angsty. I feel like in the past 6-7 years I've gotten to actually know her and I've forgiven her. She's the only person in my life that supports me and believes in me. I'm so incredibely thankful for that, because I feel like without her constant support I probably wouldn't be here, or I wouldn't be doing anything with my life. She's had such a hard life and a long history of CSA and other horrible shit. Sometimes I think about how I wish I could go back and be there for her - her own mom was a single mother and an unmedicated schizophrenic. It makes me happy when people say we lookalike or they immidietly guess she is my mother, because I think she is so beautiful. Unfortunately, we also have the same personality and anger issues. I just feel so lucky to have her as my mom.
No. 284225
>>283849aww
nonnie, this is such a cute post, cheers to you and your mom
No. 285228
>>279890Your post is almost a month old but holy shit anon your experience is eerily similar to mine. Lost my mom when I was 23, she was ill on and off for a long time before, and eventually succumbed to cancer and kidney failure. It's been a few years and I still miss her every day. Everything is so different now. She was so sweet and caring and loved her kids so much.
>Losing her felt like losing the only parent that ever counted.I feel the same way. My dad is a self-centered,
abusive, narcissistic prick and I feel so much grief for the pain she experienced at the hands of my dad on top of the grief I already feel for losing her. My mom spent decades basically trapped and beholden to him and still did everything she could to shield me and my siblings from his abuse. He still views himself as a
victim somehow. I don't talk to him lately but the last few times I did he talked shit about her and how much she "hurt" him (she eventually got sick of his shit after decades of abuse and started sleeping in a different room and stopped being affectionate) and it literally made me want to strangle him. Fuck him.
My heart goes out to you anon.
No. 285560
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I love my mommy so much, it’s unreal. She’s always there for me when I’m sad. Same anon with the looney bin story, but I love her so much I’m gonna ramble more, with other stories about my mom.
That wasn’t my first looney bin story. I had another one, and this was at the peak of unmedicated schizophrenia. I heard voices saying my mom was gonna die and I wouldn’t get to say bye. I didn’t want to be hospitalized for this reason. I was terrified. So my mom gave me her coat. It’s a black, puffy coat with feathers inside. It smelled like her shampoo and detergent (she uses one for sensitive skin). I was so scared and paranoid, I wrapped the coat around a pillow, and stuffed the arms with blankets. I wrapped the coat around me like a hug and just cried into it like a kid. I’m still terrified of losing her. The day she dies, I’m gonna shatter like glass.
She’s a child abuse victim, generational trauma goes back a lot. Her mother never made her feel safe, and her mother never gave her affection. Because of this, she wasn’t a super affectionate mother. I wasn’t a very affectionate child either, I hated hugs, so it worked well. But sometimes, being a kid, I wanted to be cuddled, but since Im autistic as well, I hated super big cuddles. I would ask her to instead pet me. Like a cat or something. hugs were suffocating, but petting felt good. She would call me her “little meow meow” to this day, as a 21 year old adult, I’ll still lay in her lap and ask her to pet my head, like when I was a kid.
I feel terrible about this one. When I was a little kid, every other day, my mom and I would go to the library and a coffee shop. We both loved books, so we could read for hours there, and she listened to me talk about my kid books. But around the time I was 11, I started thinking this was really babyish. I was entering middle school, and felt like these were childish activities. I remember when she asked me if I was ready to go, and I said I didn’t want to, because it’s for babies. She said I didn’t have to, but later on, I peeked into her room. She was reading a book with tears rolling down her cheeks. 11 year old me thought she was just at a sad part, but I know now that I really hurt her feelings. I want to ask her to do these little library days again, but I’m an adult now, and I’ll probably sound really stupid
No. 285580
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>>285560>I’m an adult now, and I’ll probably sound really stupidFUCKING DO IT!!
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>>285580>>285582I’m so glad I posted that last story. I always thought that it sounded super childish, but we’re gonna start again!
No. 285624
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>>285618Good! Make more memories!
No. 285772
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This image sums up perfectly about how I feel about my mom
No. 355053
I had a really bad depressive episode where I literally couldn’t even muster up the energy to lift my hands above my head to turn on my light, it was really bad. I didn’t shower, I stunk, and I went so long without showering that I started to bleed from the scalp and my entire body itched.
I felt like a pathetic child, and I called my mom in tears and told her everything about how I was so depressed and stinky and uncomfortable and I couldn’t take care of myself at all. She asked if she could come over and I said yes. We talked a lot, I broke down and basically said “I wish I could just not have to wash my own hair cause it genuinely is so painful to even do that.” And my mom offered to help me shower.
To be clear, this wasn’t a creepy weird thing, I was so sad and depressed that I had a little stool and sat down on it, with my face away from my mom. She was fully clothed, we’re not a weird type of family. My hair is really thick, and she washed my hair. I honestly felt so relieved, I hadn’t been clean in so long and I could feel the yuckiness washing away. I told her I could wash my body, but she offered to help with my back because she thought I would have a hard time reaching it, since I couldn’t even hold my hands over my head to scrub my hair.
She brought a sugar scrub to help exfoliate and I felt so clean. I shed a lot of skin, I never really was able to see how filthy I was until then. Afterwards, she left and I scrubbed where I didn’t want my mom to see or touch, and when I got out, she put a treatment on my hair to help the curls. I cried from happiness. My mom and I had it rough when I was a teen, I felt like she was never there for me, and I wish I could tell that teenage me that my mom is there for her. I know it seems weird that I had to be washed like a kid or grandma, but my mom genuinely helped me at least feel less disgusting. Today, we’re gonna clean my apartment, and do laundry. I’m so glad to have a supportive mom