I would like to submit that we are only getting one side of the picture here. People seem to be making judgements about a woman, the mother, based solely on the stories her angry, 42 year old daughter is telling us.
Reading between the lines, it’s sounds like Mom simply got worn out by her adult daughter calling her and sobbing on her shoulder a lot, after the father died. She finally told her to “get over it.” I get the impression that she said that very recently. The father died “last year,” so it has been anywhere from 7 to 18 months ago. I agree, that’s not very nice, and there is no statute of limitations on grief, but to be an emotional sponge for other people can be exhausting too, especially if you don’t have the same, strong feelings for the situation that the person leaning on you does.
Maybe the OP just emotionally over taxed her mother, who is 62. Maybe that was just not very considerate on the OPs part.
And then, the other day, on her mother’s birthday, she said I sent a note to her “saying it was a shame we weren’t talking, as I would have called her that day.” @BellaB called her out on it, and rightly so, IMO.
I guess I take this stance because I’m in the Mother’s position with my 31 year old daughter. Hell, I’ve always been in that position since the child was born. She’s got some sort of love-hate thing going on with me. She even comes up with the most outrageous “memories” of her childhood. It used to scare me, wondering if I was really that horrible, but my other two kids assure me that I wasn’t. My ever-tactful son just mildly said, “Well, she has different memories than I or (older sister) do. ”
She also uses me as an emotional sponge. She’ll call me crying in frustration, just venting over some recent development, and if I don’t respond exactly the way she wants me to, she cuts off all communication with me for weeks at at time. It’s heartbreaking, because I love her and her four kids, so very, very much and I just don’t know what to do. I can’t fix it like I could when she was little.
But she also had the good sense to get counseling, so she can have someone else to pour her frustrations out on, and to get advice that she won’t reject out of hand (because it comes from me.).
Hell I finally went to counseling to try and figure out what I can do to help her. I love her. I don’t want to hurt her, but apparently I can’t give her the responses she wants.
What’s even worse, is I’ll see her gearing up to make a decision, and it’s a train wreck ready to happen. If I try to tell her it’s a bad idea, she becomes very angry with me, and cuts me off.
Then a month or two later, a train wreck happens, and again, she calls me crying and crying, then cutting me off because I’m not responding right. I mean, I CAN’T respond correctly. Any way I respond is wrong. Even if if I just listen in silence and offer commiseration, no advice, it’s still wrong.
Sorry for the length, but there are two sides to every story.