Ponderings of Mother Daughter Relationships

It is an age old cliche that mothers and daughters always have some form of relationship problems. I wonder why that is though because it really doesn’t have to be.

I have an extremely difficult relationship with my Mother. My Mother had me when she was very young, and then blamed me for the loss of her chidhood. From the youngest age of 7, I could already remember not liking my Mother. I still don’t. But I love her more than anything. Does that make sense?

Our relationship got worse and worse from there till she disowned me one day and we didn’t speak for 18 months. After much grovelling and flowers, she started speaking to me again. I have a sharp tongue not everyone can take but I only use it when extremely provoked. My Mother is very traditional and old fashioned when it comes to values and respect. She is always right and even when she is wrong, you are not allowed, as her child, to tell her that she is wrong. She is not one of those conventional Mothers either, who are interested in her own children, or any for that matter. She has never ever taken an interest in any of my school achievements or failures, she doesn’t know what I got up to all my life, she doesn’t know me. But she thinks she does, of course. So you see our dilemma?

She has hurt me countless of times. Little things associated with my Mother would gather the dark cloud of gloom over my head. When I was hospitalised in England, my Mother never called once nor enquired about my well-being. I wish she had. When I wanted to show her the brilliant model I made that had won so much praise at University, she was not the least bit interested to see it. She had to rush off. To shop. She has this knack of twisting words and changing stories, without realising. And whilst she professes to keeping the family together, she unknowingly says things that potentially tear us apart. She would say negative things about my brothers to me and then she would say negative things about me to my brothers, for example. It’s quite silly, really. Thank God, my brothers and I are tight. We don’t talk often but I know that is any of us needed each other, we’d be there. We went through a lot, my brothers and I. We are tight.

Maybe it’s just old age. I forgive her. She has cancer after all.

I strive to understand her but I cannot. Whilst she is the most generous, loving and fun Mother, somehow this does not rub off on me. I wonder sometimes if there is still this blame on me that I made her life miserable (which is really through no fault of mine), hence she just can’t accept me the way I am. I know she loves me but something about our relationship makes her run away from me. Is it because she is afraid that I would judge her? She never wants to spend any time with me but would rather hang out with others. I don’t think it is because I am boring or that I smell.

I wish I had a normal relationship with my Mother. One where there is a seamless flow of communication but I suppose an old leopard cannot change it’s spots. Maybe she is just an unhappy person and thinks I was the cause of her unhappiness.

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2 thoughts on “Ponderings of Mother Daughter Relationships

  1. i too don’t have a good relationship with my mom..don’t know why she doesn’t like me, some ppl say it’s bcos i was my dad’s favourite!

  2. Laundryamah – If I had a Dad, I would also be a favourite 🙂 (in my dreams anyway) but no dad ler….I blogged about this before – my complicated ‘fathers’.

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