My Mother Is Behaving Like A Bitch! He Pretends To Be A Martyr.

I know that I should not talk and write like that about my mother, who gave everything for me ... Nor do I want to sound ungrateful. Therefore, do not write badly about her ... My mother is a very good person. But she deliberately behaves like a full bitch. I don't know what it came from. She had a hard life. Her father and brother abused her, from an early age only work, poverty, then studying, work again, looking after a man and children. She is extremely strong-willed, disciplined, like steel, I never complain about anything. As a child, she was forced to read only male literature, to watch only such films, that is, they killed the female in it. I've never seen her laugh, smile, look at anything frivolous; she saves the world and people forever, that's all she cares about. No makeup, women's accessories; I want to play Harry Potter, for example. Others are always wronged. I just have to study. Or be outside. I can't go to discos, dye my hair - no! She chooses my clothes. She didn't teach me anything practical, and she herself is practical and lives only for money. According to her, if your husband beats you, but he has money, everything is OK, and vice versa - no. No rapes, no beatings, did even women like it? Just cook all day. When I want to help her, she doesn't. Between us is the eternal race - who will stretch first, who will wash, etc. He constantly insults me and compares me with others. If I bring a boy or a friend home, she starts teasing me, as she has been teasing me for years, shouting that I'm bothering her with mine (I won't use her words), that her house is not a mess. My father and I always quarrel, she commanded him, she castrated him. He repeats her words, they both often play "bad cop, good cop" with me. They never tell me anything directly, just hints, hints, so that I can remember for myself. Their whole communication is manipulation. And apply double standards to everything! If I study - why do I study? If I don't study - what don't I study? If I'm home, I'm the lady. If I'm out, I'm a wanderer, and I want her to ... Well, yes, she's too direct in her speech. They quarrel over trifles - how complicated the soap is, that the towel is wet. If something serious happens, by my mother's logic, there is always someone to blame - me or my father. If someone gets sick, he steals a scandal. My mother doesn't count things like illnesses, mental and physical, rapes and the like, such people drool, they are selfish, and in general, such things are an insult! She wants me to be like her, strong and omnipotent, but she can't, sorry! My brother does what he wants. Full cooked, harassing us all and squandering money. But she makes me serve him. Her whole attitude is expressed in a passive aggression. He went to the store and loaded himself with groceries without telling me, and then called in a tormented voice, "Oh, I'm loaded here ...". Something terrible happened to her, and she started laughing - to show how strong she is! It serves me and you cook for me without wanting it. Because I steam up there, it becomes bloody and cloudy. Then he accuses - you're lazy, I'm walking you. He rushes to look for my boyfriends, social connections. At that age, I should have been a liaison, a professor, read thousands of books. The whole is woven of sarcasm, treachery, ridicule. All my life he mocks me and speaks sarcastically. For example, I told her that I wanted to study psychology, she narrowed her eyes: "Psychology ... And do you know how many psychologists ...". You should not express your opinion that it will be returned to you in a hurry. For every word he punishes you for months to come. You share your dreams with her, and again - to land me, to put me in my place! He says one thing, and in half an hour he sends my father away, and together they shout for the same thing they have just approved. He constantly changes his mood, he shouts. When he gets drunk in the evening, it gets scary. He invents reality for himself, fantasizes, distorts things, raises scandals. That she is sick, she is sick, she has a severe bone disease ... But what can I do? He mentioned that I like bananas - and hop! -run up, and bought it for me. When we go out, he deliberately treats me like a slow person to make me laugh or expose me. Or he tells other people what to tell me. I went to bed for two hours because I was sleepy, and she started pretending, "Oh, the virus is shaking us. You're sick. You're doing ha-ha ...", and now he explains to me that I'm sick because I'm doing things slowly, that he justifies me. There is no humor, he laughs excessively, violently, tortured. He treats me like a baby. I'm sure she's frigid. She never talked to me about boys, clothes, only politics and Bai Tosho, that's not normal. Of course, I have to guess everything myself, reading her wishes - as I mentioned, my mother never says anything directly, but around. And answer her with "yes" and "no". If I object - she grimaces, I insulted her. Or she looks at me viciously for two days, purses her thin lips, doesn't talk to me, and occasionally makes icy and thoughtful remarks. And most of all he likes to bite you for the sore spot. Eternally untroubled, complaining, seeking practicality and justice. At the same time, for the really important things, it is impractical, careless, distracted. Or pretend to be one. He likes to test me. And this eternal role of a martyr. Oh, ah, groaning, she is the Eternal Sacrifice, misunderstood, abused. Imagine, I say, "I like to wear jeans" and she starts biting what I haven't bought, or only whores wear. Or she calls me to spend money on a disco, and when she comes back, she looks at the money, she looks at me, she clicks ... I can't recreate this tickling of hers. She strongly advises me not to serve my brother, but in fact she tickles me, looking approvingly ... With her, everything is the other way around - yes, no, do it has a hidden meaning, don't do it. He counts every penny and lives for the pot. He's been harassing me my whole life. I'm only interested in eating it. Have I eaten, but how many, how many tomatoes, and constantly to the store, but to pour extra. And so a hundred times a day! I was on a diet, but mine didn't look like anything. ???? According to her, I am always hungry, malnourished. And for one soup and crumb lives. That's enough, and that's what our day revolves around - what to eat in the morning, at noon and in the evening. I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore. I hate that bitch. Because of her, I feel hatred and fear for women. Kill me, crush me. Poison my life, the bitch. It's like he's taking revenge. She hates me and gets it back. It's not my fault that her life is heavy. I just shudder, apologize, watch to see if she's happy or not. To treat me like plasticine. It is my fault that they became a soulless toy, a copy of it, an echo that I developed an addiction. crush me. Poison my life, the slut. It's like he's taking revenge. She hates me and gets it back. It's not my fault that her life is heavy. I just shudder, apologize, watch to see if she's happy or not. To treat me like plasticine. It is my fault that they became a soulless toy, a copy of it, an echo that I developed an addiction. crush me. Poison my life, the bitch. It's like he's taking revenge. She hates me and gets it back. It's not my fault that her life is heavy. I just shudder, apologize, watch to see if she's happy or not. To treat me like plasticine. It is my fault that they became a soulless toy, a copy of it, an echo that I developed an addiction.