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A “Mother of the Bride sympathy party” because she doesn't get to control every aspect of her daughter's wedding.

Insane in a different way.

What about it?

With all we read about insane parents, I thought I'd be fun to share insane in a different way. I'm not feeling well, having caught a head cold from my Dad, and well, this is the convo with my Mom. Enjoy.

My mother ladies, theys and gentlemen

What about it?

Name that’s blocked out is my fiancé

Why would you call your small son your HANDSOME LOVER? There's no world in which that's not weird

I feel like I’m in a abusive relationship with my mom (trauma dump below) the last text is about my fiancés dead mother.

What about it?

I have a lot of trauma when it comes to my mother. My first bully, my biggest bully. My parents are both pill addicts, they would hide pill bottles from each other in the house. My mother made a game where I would find my dads pills and bring them to her, she would tell me good job and then they would fight. I remember going into elementary school and thinking, “no one can hurt my feelings, my mother does” It’s ironic because she’s always wanted a daughter, I’m her second kid and only daughter. I think when I began 1st grade she started to realize I wasn’t as smart as my older brother. I had obvious learning disabilities at a young age, but my mother would insist I understood, but I “couldn’t comprehend” in her words. She would abuse me often while doing homework, the kind of slaps that leave a entire hand print raised up. Hair pulling so strong it would leave bumps on my head and would be painful to move my hair. Slamming my head against the wall until my nose bled. When she was in a rage from her Xanax binge, she would beat me so much and put her hands on my mouth to stop crying. My nose being so stuffed from crying I remember I couldn’t breathe out of it while she had her hands over my mouth. I remember her pushing me up against the corner wall with her hands to my mouth as she’s in my face doing a butt lip growl with spit going in my face as she’s yelling. I can still picture her face as she almost enjoyed watching me be scared of her, like the way a lion looks at it’s prey while on top about to bite. My dad would come home and say he heard me screaming from 2 blocks down. I remember the exact day the beatings stopped. We were at Best Buy and she raised her hand and I flinched people looked and I think she got embarrassed. I’m now 20 moved across the country 18 years of pure hell living in that house. I just don’t understand how a mother who always wanted a daughter can turn to be so evil Also did I mention my mother hasn’t had a job in over 30 years and all she does is complain about how poor we are and she’s so selfless, my father working full time but he’s a gambling addict so all of his money goes into my mothers name because he can’t control himself.