@MissAusten My mom does this about things that are even less significant than what you’re mentioning.
My brother and I got into a verbal argument once. That’s as far as it went. Next time I got my haircut (we go to the same place) the lady who was cutting my hair asked me if my brother was alright. My mom had apparently told her that I broke his nose and sent him to the emergency room. That actually did happen once, but apparently every time something (even minor things) happen, she tells everyone she thinks will listen that I fight for victory and beat the living daylights out of my own brother.
Anything that’s dramatic…
When my girlfriend and I started going out, my mom went and told everyone that she was evil and trying to steal me away from the family or something ridiculous like that. It’s stupid if you know how little the word “family” means to me and our entire family, really.
Within 5 minutes of meeting her, my mother had determined that my girlfriend (after a long day at work) had asserted that she was in control of me by yawning, as if to tell my mother she was unintimidated, and that she said she didn’t like the TV show we were watching to prove that she was in control of the relationship. It’s not just ridiculous in the “she’s trying to steal him” sense, but that it also implies that I was being stolen from my mother, as if I was a mommy’s boy or something. Couldn’t be farther from the truth.
Of course, mother doesn’t tell these things to me, she just tells it to everyone else. By the end of the month, which is about the time I get first wind of it, there were people that thought my girlfriend and mom had gotten into some kind of battle royale when they met for the first time.
If you let my mom know anything, you know that everyone is going to hear a version of the story. I cringe to think of what other people, that I’m not close to, think of me since the only things they hear about me go through my mother’s reality distortion field. Everything is a lie, everything is turned into something so dramatic you’d think I live on a soap opera. The only difference is that there’s no drama, no love, no involvement, just her running around trying to get people to feel sorry for her.