I have a really complicated relationship with my mother. Sometimes we get along great, and a lot of the time she's loving and affectionate and whatnot.
But some of the time she treats me so badly (emotionally/verbally) that I just can't take it. Like right now, when I'm just sitting here crying my eyes out, not knowing what else I can do.
First of all, I *know* that 90% of the criticisms she showers me with aren't true. Like just now, she starts calling me a screw-up because I forgot to pick up a form to fill out for school... There are many, many more examples.... but when it comes down to it, even when I know what she says isn't true, it still hurts a lot.
The thing that gets her on my case the most is tennis. I play competitively (since I was very young), not because I want to but because she makes me. Sure, I enjoyed it at first, but with all the pressure she puts on my I just stopped liking it. For a long time I would pretend I liked it, because I knew she would be so mad and disappointed if I didn't... but yeah. Whenever I do badly she gets mad at me, and goes off on me about everything - school, tennis, life, and how I'm a waste of time and money and a failure at life, pretty much. Not always in those exact words, but the effect is the same.
And she always says "Why don't you just quit [tennis]?", which I would gladly do... but then she adds that if I do quit, I'll owe her $30 thousand as soon as I get out of college, she'll make me go to a crappy college even though academically I can get into really good ones, and she will intentionally make me miserable and cut me off socially from all my friends. So she always says she's giving me a 'choice', but what kind of choice is that?
The absolute rock bottom came a couple months ago. It was during high school season, when I lost to someone I should have beaten easily. (The only reason, I firmly believe, that I was struggling so much during season was because of my confidence). On the way home she was shouting at me (and cussing) about how I'm a waste of time and money and effort, how I was a failure, how she invested so much in me and never got anything back. So I asked her if that's all I was to her, an "investment", not a "daughter" and she said exactly. Oh, and she also said how she wished I was someone else.
That obviously hurt a lot, but it got worse. I started to yell too, and say how I was a human being and not just some investment to make, and she got mad and made me get out of the car to walk home. Well, less than a block later she pulls the car over and demands that I get in, because "Dad will get mad at me if anything happens to you". So I asked her if that was the only thing that would bother her if I got hit by a car or got kidnapped or something, and she said "exactly".
Like I said, that's the worst it's ever gotten, but I still have to deal with things like that to a lesser extent a lot. If she gets mad at me over one thing, she'll start putting me down over every aspect of my life. E.g., if I do badly in tennis, she'll tell me how I have no ambition, how I'll never get anywhere in life, how I'm a failure, etc.
I just don't get it. Not to sound conceited, but I'd be pretty happy to have me as a daughter. I'm pretty good at tennis, I'm one of the top in my school, never get into trouble, etc. I mean, if I do well on a test or something she'll tell me she's proud of me, but if I do badly at tennis suddenly it's like I'm the biggest loser on the face of the earth.
Then today... I had a tournament, lost to someone I should have beaten very very easily. I actually killed her in the first set, but I ran out of gas and played badly the next two sets. The *first* thing my mom says when I get off the court is, "You lost because you're fat, you couldn't even run or breathe out there. All you do is eat and eat and never work out, now you're getting fat."
Now, I *know* I'm not fat. On the contrary, I'm actually very skinny and have an athletic build... Sure, I eat quite a bit, but I have a great metabolism and play lots of tennis, so that's not even an issue. But for some reason that *still* hurt a lot.
Physically, my mom doesn't abuse me... Although once when I was little she actually beat me with a stack of rulers until my skin was red and splotchy for days... but that was a long time ago. (It was also about tennis, and I was probably only in third or fourth grade at the time).
I just don't know. It really sucks sometimes, being me. I don't know what all I can do.... I'm not really expecting any advice, I just really wanted to let it out.
Maybe some prayers to keep me strong until I go to college in 2010 would help.
Sigh.
But some of the time she treats me so badly (emotionally/verbally) that I just can't take it. Like right now, when I'm just sitting here crying my eyes out, not knowing what else I can do.
First of all, I *know* that 90% of the criticisms she showers me with aren't true. Like just now, she starts calling me a screw-up because I forgot to pick up a form to fill out for school... There are many, many more examples.... but when it comes down to it, even when I know what she says isn't true, it still hurts a lot.
The thing that gets her on my case the most is tennis. I play competitively (since I was very young), not because I want to but because she makes me. Sure, I enjoyed it at first, but with all the pressure she puts on my I just stopped liking it. For a long time I would pretend I liked it, because I knew she would be so mad and disappointed if I didn't... but yeah. Whenever I do badly she gets mad at me, and goes off on me about everything - school, tennis, life, and how I'm a waste of time and money and a failure at life, pretty much. Not always in those exact words, but the effect is the same.
And she always says "Why don't you just quit [tennis]?", which I would gladly do... but then she adds that if I do quit, I'll owe her $30 thousand as soon as I get out of college, she'll make me go to a crappy college even though academically I can get into really good ones, and she will intentionally make me miserable and cut me off socially from all my friends. So she always says she's giving me a 'choice', but what kind of choice is that?
The absolute rock bottom came a couple months ago. It was during high school season, when I lost to someone I should have beaten easily. (The only reason, I firmly believe, that I was struggling so much during season was because of my confidence). On the way home she was shouting at me (and cussing) about how I'm a waste of time and money and effort, how I was a failure, how she invested so much in me and never got anything back. So I asked her if that's all I was to her, an "investment", not a "daughter" and she said exactly. Oh, and she also said how she wished I was someone else.
That obviously hurt a lot, but it got worse. I started to yell too, and say how I was a human being and not just some investment to make, and she got mad and made me get out of the car to walk home. Well, less than a block later she pulls the car over and demands that I get in, because "Dad will get mad at me if anything happens to you". So I asked her if that was the only thing that would bother her if I got hit by a car or got kidnapped or something, and she said "exactly".
Like I said, that's the worst it's ever gotten, but I still have to deal with things like that to a lesser extent a lot. If she gets mad at me over one thing, she'll start putting me down over every aspect of my life. E.g., if I do badly in tennis, she'll tell me how I have no ambition, how I'll never get anywhere in life, how I'm a failure, etc.
I just don't get it. Not to sound conceited, but I'd be pretty happy to have me as a daughter. I'm pretty good at tennis, I'm one of the top in my school, never get into trouble, etc. I mean, if I do well on a test or something she'll tell me she's proud of me, but if I do badly at tennis suddenly it's like I'm the biggest loser on the face of the earth.
Then today... I had a tournament, lost to someone I should have beaten very very easily. I actually killed her in the first set, but I ran out of gas and played badly the next two sets. The *first* thing my mom says when I get off the court is, "You lost because you're fat, you couldn't even run or breathe out there. All you do is eat and eat and never work out, now you're getting fat."
Now, I *know* I'm not fat. On the contrary, I'm actually very skinny and have an athletic build... Sure, I eat quite a bit, but I have a great metabolism and play lots of tennis, so that's not even an issue. But for some reason that *still* hurt a lot.
Physically, my mom doesn't abuse me... Although once when I was little she actually beat me with a stack of rulers until my skin was red and splotchy for days... but that was a long time ago. (It was also about tennis, and I was probably only in third or fourth grade at the time).
I just don't know. It really sucks sometimes, being me. I don't know what all I can do.... I'm not really expecting any advice, I just really wanted to let it out.
Maybe some prayers to keep me strong until I go to college in 2010 would help.
Sigh.