Sometimes, the tables get turned

My mother wanted to be comforted. I couldn’t adequately comfort her, and it caused me anger that she expected such a thing from a baby. But she would put her head on my chest as if I were my grandma. It’s no wonder I never wanted a dependent baby. :upside_down_face:

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My mom neglected me as a very young child. I occupied myself with a fantastic imagination. She spoke to her children as though they were grown-up because as a child she hated condensation. As a result, I don’t mind people babying me.

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I had a fantasy mom.

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My mother was OCD growing up. Like having 2 inches in the bath, barely enough to cover your balls, incase the tiles got wet. Or complaining i didnt sit down to pee.

Many things. Years later she was still moaning i stained the carpet from being sick - even tho shortly after i was taken into an ICU with malnutrition. (which she literally visited for 2 minutes).

To be perfectly honest it was a relief when she finally snuffed it.

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