The Psychological Effect of a Controlling Mother (and How I Dealt With It)

Updated on April 19, 2018
My dad and I
My dad and I | Source

I’m writing this hub from a personal perspective in hopes of helping anyone else who might have suffered a similar fate and isn’t sure how to change their life.

I was raised by perfectionist parents who were extremely overbearing. Consequently, my relationships have suffered, and I've made a few decisions that are less than flattering. But I did get through it.

My childhood and adolescent experiences are examples of how controlling behavior can manifest. I hope by sharing these experiences, other people might realize a pattern in their own life, and be able to make changes and take back control of their lives.

The Beginning of a Broken Childhood

I was born in Fort Lauderdale back in 1978. At the time, my parents had been married for nine years, and were on the verge of divorce. My mother had an abortion prior to my birth, and after I was born by cesarean section, my parents officially ended their marriage.

My mother didn’t want me, and wrote a letter saying as much. The letter was addressed to my father’s parents, my grandparents, with whom she was leaving me. My father had decided that was the best course of action, but made an effort, with a few visitations during my first year of life, to be involved.

I was called ugly and fat in high school, but I was actually quite skinny.
I was called ugly and fat in high school, but I was actually quite skinny. | Source

My grandparents gave me my first bottle in the hospital. They brought me home, and treated me as their daughter. Four years later, they adopted me.

I remember going to the attorney’s office and being asked about living arrangements. I don’t recall my response, my grandparents (from here on referenced as my parents) told me I said I wanted them to raise me. The most I remember is the seat warmer in the secretary’s chair at her desk and trying to figure out how to turn it on.

I was declared legally abandoned by the courts, and my parents officially adopted me. The birth certificate has their names on it, not those of my biological parents.

My parents made no effort to hide any of this from me. I knew from a very young age that I was adopted. Granted, I was adopted by immediate family, but adopted nonetheless.

This really made no difference to me. My parents were the people raising me, not the people who gave birth to me. It was just a fact.

Growing Up with a Controlling Mother

Growing up was difficult. I attended private, catholic school all my life including high school. I didn’t have any friends in elementary school, and I was routinely picked on by bullies. I had an above average IQ, and was apparently “pretty” because adults told me as much. This made me the perfect target for bullies.

In my heart, I didn’t really care that everyone teased me and called me ugly or fat (I was actually quite skinny). But in the back of my mind, it affected me. Despite my outward expression of self-confidence, I was only confident when I was by myself.

Ironically, during my years as a young child, my mother wasn't horribly controlling. However, I was never allowed to have a sleep over (either at my house or theirs), and I only had one birthday party that I can remember, and only one person showed up, which is why I remember it.

As I got older, my mother's controlling behavior just escalated.

During high school, I had a couple of friends who were in the band, which was the only time I was really allowed to "socialize." One of them was a witch, and his best friend became my best friend.

She was amazing. She laughed at all my jokes; she even helped me stand up against the bullies. My mom told me to simply ignore them because they were just jealous. Although she was probably right, there was no other comforting offered. Just a lot of physical hugs and kisses (on the mouth), which I had come to despise.

In my junior year, a new student started at our school. He was probably THE best-looking guy in the school and he became MY boyfriend. Strangely, no one really picked on me after that.

Except for my mother.

The Signs of a Controlling Mother - Personal Examples

1. Invasion of Privacy

Having a serious boyfriend exacerbated my mother’s behavior. She started to track my periods on her calendar, which were never regular. It wasn't unusual for me to miss 2 months or more.

At one point, she showed me all the months I had “missed.” On every one, she wrote something like “please God, don’t let it be so” in large red letters at the bottom of the month.

I knew I wasn’t pregnant, I didn’t lose my virginity until I was 20! But, she didn’t believe me. It was this kind of behavior that made me avoid going to my mother with any type of problem.

I was never the type to talk with anyone about anything, especially my parents. I kept just about everything to myself. This lead to my mom being so nosy she would ransack my room, including my garbage, to find out anything she could about my life.

I tried to keep a diary, but she put a stop to that by reading it constantly. How do you stop someone from invading your privacy? You keep everything inside. Eventually for one of my birthday’s, my mom got me a diary with a combination lock on it, and promised never to read it again. She never did, not that I know of anyway. But I didn't really write in it anymore either.

My father and I at the pageant my mother made me enter. I was in the top ten, and probably could have made it further, but my heart just wasn't in it.
My father and I at the pageant my mother made me enter. I was in the top ten, and probably could have made it further, but my heart just wasn't in it. | Source

This didn’t stop her from rummaging through my garbage, though. There were many, many arguments with my parents. Most of them entailed my mom yelling at my dad and I, while we sat there and stared at the floor.

2. Creating Drama

One time, she even threw out the Christmas turkey and then stayed in her bedroom all day. It was a common occurrence. I actually enjoyed these times since it was just dad and I.

We’d sometimes watch Tom and Jerry cartoons. On the days mom wouldn’t come out to cook dinner, we’d have peanut butter sandwiches dipped in coffee. Dad and I were always close.

Saturday mornings were bad. I’d be rudely awakened by screaming. Mom inevitably would be screaming at dad in the kitchen about things that happened 40 years ago. The screaming was amplified by the air conditioning vent so I could hear every word.

My mom thought I slept too much because I “slept in” until noon or later.

I wasn’t sleeping; I was hiding.

The last thing I ever wanted to do was leave my room on days like that because the second I stepped foot into the kitchen, either I’d get dragged into it, or it would just stop and mom would act like nothing happened… to me.

Dad would be sitting in the corner of the kitchen staring at the floor and if she had anything to say to him, she would say it in a tone that I can’t even describe. My only escape from all of this was the driving.

Once I got my license (which I didn't get until I was 17), I spent as much time in my car as I could. It was my safe haven. Even to this day, driving my car is the one place I feel the safest.

Driving became my only escape.
Driving became my only escape. | Source

3. Walking on Eggshells

Anytime I was home, I had to walk on eggshells around my mom. She was a ticking time bomb.

For example, I went to a dermatologist for my acne when I was 18 who suggested birth control pills to regulate my period, which would also regulate the hormones causing the acne problem.

I didn't want pills, and definitely not birth control pills. Not only did I know my mother would freak out, I knew birth control pills had side effects, and I just didn't want to deal with them.

I had called her via my cell phone on my way back from the doctor (she surprisingly let me go alone) and made the mistake of telling her the doctor's suggestion over the phone. As I suspected, when I told her the dermatologist suggested birth control as a line of treatment, she freaked out.

For someone who was afraid to let me drive at all, she was doing quite a bit of yelling in my ear while I was driving, and it wasn't about calling her while driving. I remember her words vividly: "I don't like where this is going!" she screamed.

You Feel The Need To Escape (Even as an Adult)

After graduation, I chose a little Baptist college in a tiny town, four hours away from home. Once I got there, I had a hard time dealing with all the freedom. My mom wasn’t hovering over me telling me to study, what to wear or how to style my hair. I was free. I knew my parents had a four hour drive to the school if they wanted to come and take me home. It was enough time to run.

The last half of my freshman year, my mom told me if I was good, and brought up my GPA, she'd put the car in my name and let me drive it my sophomore year.

I was the perfect little angel for those six months, and I did enough extra credit to double my GPA. My mom kept her word and put the car in my name.

I was smart, I knew once she put the car in my name she couldn't take it from me. I was 18, and if she did take it, I could report it stolen. Getting the car in my name changed me, although I didn't realize it at the time.

After getting the car, my grades were horrible. So bad, in fact, I flunked out. I really didn’t care. I had met a man, and we were getting married.

My parents found out and started driving up to the school. I ran. I knew they couldn’t find me if I went to my fiancé’s house.

It was a huge ordeal, campus security got involved. I was informed about the legalities of the situation, which at 18, all I understood was that my parents couldn’t physically remove me from anywhere. And since they had put the car in my name, they couldn’t even take that, which would have been the first thing she did. She always threatened to take my car from me.

My first dog ever, Dickens. I rescued her, but I think she's the one who did the rescuing!
My first dog ever, Dickens. I rescued her, but I think she's the one who did the rescuing! | Source

I got married to the man my parents hated, and I rescued two dogs (pets were another thing I was never allowed to have). Six years after I married, I got divorced.

By this time, I had realized I married him to get away from my parents. There was no love there, and there never was if I’m honest with myself.

Unfortunately, this separation forced me to call my mom and get her financial support to move into my own apartment.

My dog and best friend, Lady
My dog and best friend, Lady | Source

I had a career, that paid enough to make the rent. The week I moved into my new apartment, I got a $3 raise. I was set. I had a car, and I had my dogs.

For three months, I did some soul-searching. I delved further into my spirituality, and I realized I had let my controlling parents ruin my life by running away.

The relationship with my parents has never been the same. I became overly analytical to compensate for my mom’s irrationally emotional behavior. This has driven my life. I despise talking with my mom.

I eventually remarried and had a daughter of my own. Initially, I tried to keep my parents in my daughter's life thinking they could offer some enrichment. But every time I called my mother, she would say nothing but derogatory things about my husband and my life.

These conversations with my mom would leave me feeling anxious, angry and frustrated, which I inevitably took out on my husband and daughter. I eventually realized I couldn't keep doing this. The effects of each conversation lasted longer, and I would put off calling my mom as long as possible because I just didn't want to deal with her. This just lead to more anxiety and frustration and it took a toll on both me and my family.

I eventually came to the conclusion that the only way to fix the situation was to stop talking to my mother altogether. It really wasn't a difficult decision. I knew I didn't want my daughter growing up exposed to my mother's vitriol.

Best decision I ever made.

My parents are now getting on in years, and their health is failing. Imminent death tends to make you rethink your decisions. I have lived the past 10 years without talking to my parents, with exception of my dad.

Dad was never the problem, and when he had health issues during the spring of 2014, I broke down and called him. It was very sad. His speech was garbled, and I could barely understand what he was saying. But it did feel good to tell him I loved him. I even let him talk to my daughter. Although she had a harder time understanding him than I did, I know it made dad feel better knowing that he was able to say hello and tell us he loved us.

During all of this, I have never felt bad about my decision to avoid communication with my mom. But I have felt that my dad has had to suffer because of my decision. This has never sat well with me.

Dad died on December 7, 2016.

Myself and the brilliant, altruistic doctor I once worked for. He was like a father to me, and was there for me whenever I needed him.
Myself and the brilliant, altruistic doctor I once worked for. He was like a father to me, and was there for me whenever I needed him. | Source

Dealing with Controlling Parents

A controlling mother has a massive psychological impact on her children, regardless of why she exhibits such behavior. She can strip them of the ability to find anything satisfying in life, and this is something that is virtually impossible to overcome.

Unfortunately, I’ve had to separate myself completely from my mother in an effort to change my outlook on life. Talking to my mother only serves to reinforce the negative mindset I’ve worked so hard to shift.

Many people have read this article and said that I have to understand how stressful it was for my mother to raise me as an older woman. To that I say, she was not forced to do so, she chose to do it. Her "stress" is not MY responsibility.

Regardless, no parent has the right to take out their "stress" on their children, which is exactly why I have chosen this path.

I have also been told this story is completely one-sided. Well, it's meant to be. As I stated in the intro, this is my story. I never said it was unbiased. Everyone's opinion is biased by their own perceptions. As Jim Carrey once said:

You stop explaining yourself when you realize people only understand from their level of perception.

— Jim Carrey

I have to do what is right for my daughter now. If not speaking with my mother gives her the life I never had, then I made the right decision. Because of my mother's behavior, I despise emotion, and I really dislike affection.

I refuse to let my daughter feel the same way.

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      Mona 13 hours ago

      This is my life! I've never known anyone who has experienced the type of parental relationship like this that I have had my whole life. I've lived with an extremely controlling overbearing mother as long as I can remember and its only gotten worse over time. Its nice to know I'm not alone in this. I'm nearly 30 years old and no longer live under my parents roof but still suffer from the backlash of her parenting. I feel as though I was never prepared to be on my own as an adult since I was never allowed to make my own decisions or think for myself. I've grown up being taught that everything I ever want or like or think is wrong if its not her idea. I honestly don't even think she understands the affect it has on me and I know she probably means well in her own mind, but her behavior has had such a strong negative impact on my life that I always imagine what it would be like to fake my own death and finally be able to breathe without her looming over me. I've never been able to feel like my own person and still am trying to figure out how to recover and start my life. I wish I could stand up to her and set her straight but anytime I've ever mustered the courage to try she shuts down everything I say and refuses to actually hear me. This has caused and still causes me to internalize everything, even with other people in my life and its extremely difficult to unlearn all the negative coping habits I've developed from childhood and my teenage years as an adult now in the midst of the real world. I dream of one day moving far away (as we still live in the same county) and being to out of reach for her to affect me anymore..but even that wouldn't reverse the damage that has already been done.

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      LilJadedBunny 28 hours ago

      Thank you for sharing this. Some parents don't realize the impact they are having on their children, not just emotionally or mentally, but on their neurological development. Childhood stress and trauma is linked to every mental health disorder there is. The stress of a parent is often taken out on their children, halting the development of their neuronal pathways which is most commonly manifested or seen as depression symptoms later in life.

      To those who say that this writers mother only loved her and is why she was controlling, I can't help but question your idea of what love and being a parent should be about. We must raise our children embracing their individuality and anatomy, and help them become the best versions of their unique selves. Not the best version of who WE are or who WE want them to be. When we parent with the mindset of trying to mold our children into little obedient versions of our choosing, we often punish or shame them when they are not doing or being who we want. This is the message of unconditional love many parents sadly give their children every single day. If we don't embrace their autonomy, we are setting them up for a life of failed relationships and lack of self esteem as they'll suffer from having no sense of self. Her mother had a serious control issue that stemmed from her own issues, and were not her daughter's responsibility. You can't reconcile with a toxic parent who hasn't faced their own demons and faults. We can't fix ppl yet we must do what's healthy for us, and sometimes that means loving ppl from a distance.

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      Mandi 12 days ago

      thanks for sharing xx

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      Jenna 12 days ago

      My mom is so controlling of my life, she has to tell me what I can and can’t say, what I can and can’t do and even who she approves of me to see. She’s also extremely overprotective of me and I absolutely despise it. If she’s not around me and I’m around other people she expects them to care for me as if they were caring for a 2-3 year old. She demands them to watch me like a hawk, and is offended when they don’t. “They should care for you properly” she’s acting like I’m a young child, when I’m not. She also portrays me to be this timid crybaby type of person who can’t survive a day without her. Whereas I’m an outgoing pretty confident type of person. She has told people that I don’t understand things and portrays me to be this incompetent dumb person, when she knows very well I’m not like that at all. She also has people believing that I can’t go to a place I want to go to and every time I tell her about it or say it would be nice to go there she gets so angry and says “don’t let anyone know about this” it’s like I have to keep this secret and I don’t want to, I shouldn’t have to hide things that make me happy. I’m so tired of this. I feel suffocated almost and tied down. Its my life at the end of the day, not hers. But she’s making my life all about her and what she wants for me. She wants to control my entire life and I just really don’t want to be around her anymore.

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      Akash 12 days ago

      Well she hate me a lot and I know why she hates me because I am failure. I want to escape.

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      Luuvvy 2 weeks ago

      I completely understand

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      Steph Katherine 4 weeks ago

      My mother has always had separation anxiety when I’m away from her and recently she has had a tremendous fear of change. Growing up I always had to be by my mother’s side, with everything. If I wanted to go to a friends place for a play over or even sleepover my mother would be awfully hesitant to let me go. She needed to know where I was at all times, even in our own home. If I was out of site for even a minute and she didn’t know where I was, she’d freak out. My mother also made a huge deal out of everything I told her when she didn’t need to, it made me scared to tell her things so from the age of 11 onwards, I kept everything to myself. As a teenager my mother wouldn’t let me go out with my friends after dark or even to any of their houses. I remember one friend I had, I was particularly close with her, we had a lot in common and had a friendship like no other. My mother on the other hand didn’t like her and her reason was because she got negative energy off of her, which I didn’t understand as she was one of the most positive people I’ve ever known. My mother demanded I tell her I don’t want to be her friend, she came to my school and tried to get me out of her class and do anything so I wasn’t near her. I was so livid with my mother I decided to tell her to stay out of my life, I was 16 at that point and didn’t necessarily need to live at home anymore. I moved in with the friend my mother hated. My mother tried desperately to have me move back home, she was persistent with it for over a year, before she just gave up. I didn’t want to move back home, I was tired of my mother’s separation anxiety towards me, I was tired that I had to keep everything to myself since the age of 11 and I was tired of my mother trying to make me have no friends all because she got “negative” energy off of them. Once I turned 19 years old, I got a boyfriend and was very happy. He was caring, considerate and very affectionate towards me. I felt very loved when I was around him. One day me and him were walking around town just minding our own business, holding hands and being cute towards one another, when I see my mother sitting on the bench across the street from us. She was staring at both of us, and ran over towards us. Once my mother caught up to us, she was asking “who is he?” and “is he your boyfriend?” Over and over again, she was being awfully repetitive with those questions. My boyfriend told my mother to politely leave us alone and that’s when my mother started being abusive towards him and calling him awful names. My boyfriend told my mother to stop being so rude to him and he took my arm and we left the area. My mother followed us, I was in tears as I was afraid my boyfriend would get mad at me for my mother’s actions. We eventually lost sight of her and after that day, I would see my mother around but she’d either just ignore me or she’d glare at me like she despised me. At 21, I got married and moved towns, I wanted a fresh start and since we were planning on beginning our family, I didn’t want my children to know my mother. After giving birth to my daughter at 23 and my second daughter at 26, I found out my mother moved to the town my famiy and i resided in from a friend who served her lunch at a restaurant. I was shocked and upset, I felt like she was following me, even though she had no clue I lived there. Anyway, I didn’t see her around at all for over 4 years. After 4 years my mother saw me and my daughters out while shopping, she came up to me shocked, she couldn’t believe i never told her I had two daughters. At the time my eldest daughter was 6 and my youngest daughter was almost 3, I was also expecting my third baby but never told her. I didn’t want to talk to my mother, and I certainly didn’t want her to talk to my daughters. I left with my daughters shortly after and after giving birth to my son at 30, we moved towns once again. 5 years later we are very happy and living a very peaceful life.

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      Harley 4 weeks ago

      My mom has left me when I was only 2 weeks old for a guy what I had been told from family and she hasnt raised me at all. I remember up until I was 4 I had no idea who she was and I was shy to ask for things from her even tho my siblings were telling me that she was my mother, Anyways when I got into my 'pre teen years' I moved in with her she always made chore lists everyday while she never cleaned at all. Me and my sister would clean up after her and her husband (my step-father) and when I would be at school she would always go thru all my stuff every now and then even my DIARY that one time. I knew i had to move then and I was only living there for 6 months. And when i was moved back to my older siblings place she made a fb and would always get mad at me for not messaging her back. Now I'm an adult and was staying at my sisters house for a bit. We went grocery shopping while my mom was visting and a week later i was drven home without opening one of my bags until i got home and once i opened it she already looked thru it i knew because things werent the way i last put them it got me really mad like i don't even know her at all we dont bond or anything nor talk at all. Like you have no right to do that and try to act as a parent when you know damn well you have never raised me. Yeah sure I stayed at her house for a bit but even then we never talked or bond at all. She only took me into her home when I was old enough to take care of myself which pisses me off so much too. She asked me what the fuck is wrong with me that one time me and my other older sister got into an argument and this sister has lived with her for a few years. Once me and my other older sister get into an argument she talks shit about me to her friends and then goes to tell my mom and my mom of course backs her up without even listening to both sides of the story. I'm just thinking about this all today and it makes me so angry and sad that i don't want nothing to do with her anymore. Its like she does all this stuff to make me miserable and she treats me like a servant I don't even feel like her daughter at all.

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      Erica 5 weeks ago

      I grew up in a very large family, with a total of 7 biological siblings and 4 adopted siblings. Our house was mostly chaos and our parents were so busy nearly 90% of the time. We had our aunt come around everyday for 14 years. The stress of 11 children on her was unimaginable. Our mother worked as a full time nurse, she was gone from 4am through to 11pm, 7 days a week. We hardly ever saw her and I never developed a proper relationship with her. Our father worked as a baker in our grandfathers bakery for a little over 16 years. He worked part time, from 10am through to 5pm every Monday, Tuesday, Friday and Saturday. On his days off he’d sometimes take all of us to the beach for a few hours. But as we got older he stopped doing things with us, and it was like he didn’t have a dad. Our aunt was getting really tired and there would be days where she’d get our uncle or cousin to come around. Eventually my older siblings and I were caring for our younger siblings, who were still school aged. As time went on my 3 older siblings moved out, got jobs and started their own families, I had to become practically a mother to my younger siblings. As I entered my early twenties, I got a job working in a craft store, while going to college part time. I had no time at all to be there for my younger siblings, I was tired mostly and preferred going to work and college. My dad had to hire babysitters to come in so they would have someone there. The babysitter was mostly for my adopted siblings since my biological siblings were 15, 17 and nearly 19. After my 23rd birthday I went on a holiday with a few of my coworkers and enjoyed some time away. On that holiday realisation hit me. It occurred to me that I never got to have a proper relationship with either of my parents, yeah my dad was around on his days off, but as I said, once we started getting older he stopped doing things with us which I find quite sad. It was almost like he didn’t want to be a dad to us. And our mother who gave birth to 7 children, worked full time, all of our lives. Part of me wonders why she even had kids, since she was practically never around. She never came to any talent show of mine, or dance recital or even to my grade 12 graduation, my aunt did and I’m forever grateful for that. When I got into my late twenties I got married and had my daughter. I quit my job to be a full time parent, I wanted to be there for my daughter and be there for any achievements or accomplishments she makes. I gave birth to my second daughter two years later and my third daughter last year. I have 3 beautiful, talented and very vibrant daughters who I love with all of my heart. I’m glad my daughters and I have a very strong bond with each other, it’s something my mother and I never had and probably never will.

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      Tammy 5 weeks ago

      As a child my mother seemed to be pretty sane, she let me go to sleepovers, parties, which nine times out of ten included pool parties and she even let me go on a holiday with a friend when I was in year 2, for almost a month. As a teenager she completely changed. My mother started to think negatively and would fear literally everything. She was hesitant to let me have sleepovers if there was more than one person there as she’d fear that they’d leave me out, even though I knew them from kindergarten and they weren’t like that. My mother was afraid if I was to be away from her for longer than a day, she’d say things like “they won’t care for you like I do” and she’ll try and have me not go. Most times it didn’t work, which I was happy about. I lost several friends as my mother would literally hold me back from them claiming they were “bad” when they weren’t. When I was around 16, I started to like boys which wasn’t odd for a girl my age and wanted to know what it was like to be in a relationship and to be in love with someone. My mother refused to tell me and claimed I didn’t understand what she was saying and there was no point in her continuing to tell me. In my senior year of high school I started to secretly date this guy, his name was Henry and he was a pretty charismatic person. I didn’t want to tell my mother I was in a relationship at that point as I knew my mother would go off, since she didn’t want to tell me about relationships when I was 16. Me and Henry only dated until the end of senior year as he got a scholarship somewhere down south and he didn’t want to pursue a long distance relationship and he also didn’t want me to get into trouble with my mother. I was pretty heartbroken to say the least but moved on pretty quickly as I had my friends, who I could literally tell anything to. After graduating i turned 18, I sadly couldn’t full celebrate my 18th as my mother wanted me at home with her, she didn’t want me to go out with my friends and celebrate my birthday as she feared she’d “loose” me. Several months later I wanted to go to a bar with a few of my friends. My mother was extremely hesitant to let me go out, but since I was 18 she had no say in it. I ended up going out for an entire night, my mother bawled her eyes out when I left. Was she trying to make me feel bad for trying to enjoy my life? I’ll never know. Anyway after about a year I wanted to study something at university and of course my mother had to step in and tell me that I shouldn’t go to university and that I shouldn’t be away from her. It made me really sad that my mother was holding me back from opportunities all because she was afraid. I heard a quote from somewhere I can’t remember where I saw it but the quote said “you can’t live in somebody else’s fear” and I remember totally relating to that and told my mother I wanted to live my life the way I chose to. A lot of arguing and fighting happened after that. In 2015, I decided to wipe her from my life. It was a hard decision but a good one to say the least. 3 years later and I’m living in another state with my new partner and our dog. I have chosen to have no contact with my mother and am loving my much needed freedom. I can finally be my own person and do what I want to do.

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      Caila Monte 5 weeks ago

      My mother always had to be the victim growing up, in any arguments her and my dad got into it was always his fault, not hers. My mother always had to pass the blame to other people and never, ever excepted the blame on herself. I remember one time a few years back my mother and her sister were in this huge argument, which my mother started and it went on for over an hour and my mother blamed her sister for starting the fight and pointed out all her flaws and critiqued her until she cried. Another thing is my mother always wanted control and to have things her way. If you didn’t agree with her or tried to point out she was wrong in something, you’d know about it. It was like my mother was always itching for a fight, always itching for drama and attention to be on her, whether good or bad, most times she’d go after the bad attention. I was also never close with my mother, even though she’d tell everyone we were like best friends. I have no clue why she had to lie to people but anyways. I have since moved away from my mother and now live with another family member who thankfully is nothing like my mom. Hopefully in the future my mother will be a different person, even though it’s unlikely. But I know when I have kids, I will be nothing like my mother and my mother will certainly not be in their lives.

      Thank you for sharing your story, Love Caila. xx

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      Maddison 5 weeks ago

      Most of my life my mother has controlled me, and my life, she did so up until my 21st birthday last year. Leading up to me being 21 my mother used to tell me what I can and can’t wear, she wouldn’t allow me to have my own style and had to pick out my clothes for me, it was beyond annoying and many people questioned my mother about that and she’d deny it and say “I allow her to pick out her clothes” when she never did. My mother also never wanted me away from her, she’d guilt me into not leaving her side by either crying or just yelling at me. It was like she was so scared for me to be away from her and when any person, no matter who they were whether that be others or family members would say that she needs to not be so overbearing, my mother would then play the victim and cry saying “everyone’s attacking me”. I also was never really allowed to wear makeup unless my mother did it for me. I remember me and my cousin were doing each other’s makeup and my mother had to be in the room with us, giving me and my cousin no privacy whatsoever and demanded she do my makeup. By 17 I just wanted to get away from her, I couldn’t fully express my feelings outwardly in fear she’d throw a temper tantrum about it, and then guilt me for doing so. After my 18th birthday, I really wanted to go to college and study digital media as I had a huge interest in that topic, well my mother guilted me into not going. I however went against her and enrolled myself in the college at 20. Let’s just say after my mother found that out, she cried and yelled at me for it. Now at 21, I’m in college part time, I go 3 days a week for 5-6 hours and I live with my best friend. I’m living the life I want the way I want it now and it feels great.

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      Sammy 5 weeks ago

      I am the youngest of six kids. I'm 17, 18 later this year. I have four older brothers and a twin sister. Growing up, there has been countless fights between my emotionally abusive mother and my patient and caring dad who has been trying his very best since day one. Unfortunately, my second oldest brother has anger-issues similar to my mother, the youngest of my older brothers has schizophrenia and my twin sister has anxiety, OCD and a severe learning disability. Due to there being so many problems in my family, I have never really received so much love from my parents due to them being so busy all the time. I try to be on my best behaviour, never breaking down in front of them, never drinking at parties and running away. I feel that I'm not allowed to feel anxious, and never allowed to reveal any of my emotions in front of my parents and family. My caring oldest brother is married, moved out of home and has a lot of conflict with my second oldest brother with anger-issues, so he never visits much. I have a boyfriend, same age as me, and he is the most caring and patient person who has showed me so much love that i have never experienced before. My parents are so heavily strict, they refuse to let me be with him even at least once a week. He has made me so happy, I couldn't put it into words. Because of my dysfunctional family issues, I am heavily afraid of having a family of my own in the future. I'm afraid that I might become just like my mother. I'm also afraid of hurting my boyfriend, that my parents might target him and say hurtful things to him.

      Thank you for sharing that story, it has made me more aware of what has truly been happening in my family. At this current moment, I am still unsure of what to do in terms of dealing with my family. But reading your story has made me feel that I am not the only one out there feeling the same emotions.

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      Traci 5 weeks ago

      Dysfunction in families is like a domino affect. But if you get to the root of the problem, you can change things. Realizing that beneath the controlling aspect is fear can soften your feelings about the controlling person and work towards a reconciliation. You're never too old to learn new healthy habits.

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      Kelly 5 weeks ago

      My parents were always fighting growing up, everyday there was nothing but arguing and yelling. It was that way for over 18 years. Even still to this day my parents fight. Many would wonder why they haven’t got a divorce yet, and even I wonder that from time to time. I was afraid for many years to fall in love as I was scared me and my partner would fight a lot. It restricted me from finding a partner for so long. In 2010 when I was 22, I did find a partner and fell in love very quickly, too quickly actually and was engaged from January 2010 through to December 2010. My partner broke off the engagement due to him losing interest in me, he wanted to go out with other girls and I was “tying him down” as he’d put it. In 2013, I found a new partner and was engaged a second time and got married in 2014. I had a daughter 5 months later, since I was already 4 and half months pregnant when we got married. After the birth of our daughter everything was great and it was great up until 2015, my daughter was almost a year old, and both my husband and I began to fight, pretty much like my parents did. It scared me so I took a long “break” from him, I never intended on coming back and I was too shy to get a divorce from him. Eventually though he filed for a divorce since i was gone for over 6 months and he was just done with me. Since my second divorce I haven’t been in another relationship with anybody and have just been focusing on my daughter and I’s well-being and happiness.

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      Bridget 5 weeks ago

      Teen parents tend to run in families, not all, but some. My mom was a teen mom, she had my older sister at 14, and me at 17 and my grandma had my mom at 16. Since my mom was so young when she had me and my older sister, we basically weren’t allowed to live with our mom until she was over 21. I lived with my grandma for a little over two years before I was put into foster care. My older sister remained living with our grandma. I was adopted when I was 3 and lived in and out of different families for 15 years. The longest I ever stayed with a family was 8 to 9 months. I never ended up fully getting to know my mother even though I remember my grandma telling me at 2, that once my mom was “old enough” I’d get to live with her. I was so unstable once turning 18, I had depression, anxiety, a mood disorder and dissociative disorder. I was on 5-7 different medications a day, I took a toll on my health sadly. At 21, I was pretty much 70lbs, and confined to a hospital bed. All those medications almost killed me. Fast forward to 2014, I was 24, getting back on a healthier track, and trying my hardest to find a job, I wanted to work and do something with my life. Looking back on it now, I had a very confusing life, seeing different people every 8 to 9 months for 15 years really messes with a person. Being afraid to get attached to someone or get fully comfortable in a place destroyed me mentally. I am on a better track now, at 28 and have more of a positive mindset. I’d love to meet my mom and see how she’s doing, I’d love to get in contact with my grandma again and I’d also love to see my sister again, even though she may not remember me. Since she was only 6 when I went into foster care.

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      Laurel 5 weeks ago

      Thank you so much for sharing your story with us, you are so inspiring to all and I hope you have a great day.

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      Jessica 5 weeks ago

      My mother ruled our house with an iron fist for most of my life. She and my father would often be arguing about something that happened either weeks, months or years prior. Our dad was a big softie as most people would say, he literally let my mother walk all over him and use him as a doormat. My mother was very manipulative of me during my teenage years. I was never allowed to go out like all my friends did and my mother constantly tried to make me feel bad for wanting to have a teenage life. My mother also began to yell at my father for just about everything at that point. Everything was wrong, no matter what my father did, it was wrong. She also blamed things on him whenever things did go right, even if he had nothing to do with it. I remember most mornings during my junior and senior year of high school, there would be arguing or even a screaming match at like 7 in the morning and the one time I told my mother to be quiet, she then began to try and argue with me and tell me I need to be more like her and that I will not get anywhere in life. My room was like an escape for me. So I spent most of my time in there. After finishing high school, i wanted to go to a small college about an hour and a half away from where I lived, I had a fear of large crowds at that point in my life and didn’t plan on going into a massive college. However my mother tried to guilt me into going into the college she wanted me to go to, a college that has a bad reputation for drop outs, party goers and delinquents. Most people that go to that college are troubled people, which I was not. I was a good person, never once smoked a day in my life nor even swore. So I don’t understand why my mother tried to guilt me into going there. Anyway, several months went by and the day for me to leave and go to the college I wanted to go to arrived. My father cried the day I left, he would miss me terribly and told me once I graduated not to come back, he wanted me to live my life the way I wanted, he knew that my mother would desperately try and control my adulthood. After I left, I felt this heavy weight lift off my shoulders, I was finally out of there and could fully enjoy my life. I was in college for a little over 4 years. I got married a year after graduating and moved down south with my then husband. Things were great after I got married, to begin with that is. After being married for about seven or so months, my then husband began to tell me what I can and can’t wear, who I can and can’t talk to and even when I could go out. He was beginning to control me and I immediately wanted to divorce him. At first he didn’t want a divorce and tried to make every excuse under the sun, why not to get a divorce. However I didn’t fall into the manipulative trap and pretty much ordered him to agree to get a divorce. Finally after about four months, he agreeed hesitantly and we got divorced after a long process. After divorcing him I moved out of town, completely. I had no idea where I was going but I didn’t want to be in that town anymore. I moved into another town, about three hours away, I stayed in a few hotels on and off for several months before moving into a house. This house was right across the street from a lake and had a gorgeous view of the mountains. It was very peaceful living there and I enjoyed last afternoon walks there. After about 2 years I began dating again and got married after nine months and had a daughter a year later, following a son. I had two children, a husband who treated me like a queen, but we all lived in the house I first lived in, when I moved there. It was small, too small for a family of 4. I sadly had to give up the house and move to a different part of the town, we moved to a bigger house on a hill, so I still had the mountain view which made me happy and calmed me in moments of stress.

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      Nadine 6 weeks ago

      As a child, I was always closest with my mom out of my whole family. She understood me the most and I felt like we had a lot in common. As a teenager things changed drastically and quickly between my mom and I. We started to drift apart, I began noticing that me and my mom had nothing in common anymore. I began to love the nightlife, loved going out and doing things all the time, especially new things. My mom however started not to like change very much and had no interest in the things I enjoyed. My mom became a homebody and developed anxiety about going out to places other than her routine shopping. By 18, we had absolutely nothing in common. It was almost like we were becoming strangers to one another, and I noticed myself becoming more and more distant towards her. By 20, me and my mom were fighting all the time, day in and day out, there was nothing but negative emotions and arguing with one another. Eventually I had enough and decided to make a big decision to move out with a few people I knew. The day I left, my mom tried to be the victim and criticised me for everything. After leaving I never returned and the sad part about all of this is, I never heard from her after leaving. It felt like she wiped me from her life and I had no choice but to move on. It’s been over 3 years, since I saw my mom and had any contact with her. It’s sad that our mother daughter relationship had to end with us drifting apart, it’s sad that we began to not have anything in common, and it’s really sad that we pretty much became strangers to one another. Hopefully one day, if we ever do cross paths again we can try and recreate our once strong mother and daughter bond.

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      SALILO WARD 6 weeks ago

      You are so brave and wise in making a decision to break the cycle and not pass it down to your child. You deserve a medal for bravery

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      Faye McCluskey 6 weeks ago

      Growing up in a large family definitely has its benefits, but for some it doesn’t so much. I was the third born out of 6 siblings. Our parents were both working for most of our childhood. We only saw them on the weekends, holidays and sometimes before school, if we were lucky to catch them in time before they left. We had family friends come around all the time caring for us, they were lovely people and all, but it wasn’t the same as being around our parents. Once my elder brother and sister got jobs around 15 and 16, Both our parents stopped working as my brother and sister could provide for them. My brother and sister were both okay with this for a little while. When I got my first job at 15, our parents demanded us three to provide them with everything. Food, bills, medicine if they needed it, clothing etc. It was like we were now the adults and they were the kids. Our parents just sat in their chairs for most of the day, they hardly did anything really, which sucked. After my brother moved out to live with his fiancé, our parents demanded his fiancé to provide things for them, she of course didn’t but I thought it was really out of character for them to ask people who had no relation to them whatsoever to provide for them. Anyway, after my sister moved out, i was getting ready to quit my job to go to college full time and board there. My parents didn’t seem to want me to go as they had gotten so dependent on us to do everything for them at that point. Bathing was one of them, our mom didn’t want to bathe herself anymore so she got us to do it. Nothing was wrong with her either, she could do eveything just fine. Anyway after moving into my dorm at college I didn’t hear anything from them until I graduated 3 years later. After graduating I went back home. My parents were themselves again, but not at all happy. I found it so strange how me and my elder siblings leave for a long period of time, and all of a sudden our parents are back to their normal independent selves? It didn’t add up to me. Anyway, after returning my parents were very distant and bitter towards us, they’d hardly speak to us and since I had been away for 3 years, I was distant myself and lived there for only 4 or 5 months before finding a new place to live. The day I moved out neither of my parents spoke to me, they had just finished cleaning the house and they were both in the type of mood you’d expect a young teen to be in during puberty. After leaving I only called them to check on them every two or so months.

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      Jodie 6 weeks ago

      I was born in the fall of 1983 to my parents. I was their first child and my mother loved me dearly. In April of 1985, my father cheated on my mother with her sister. When my mother found out she was very sad and I have vivid memories of her crying on the floor of the living room. My father cheated on my mother several more times, and my mother still suck by him. She stuck by him for another 10 years. In 1995, my mother finally divorced him and took me and my younger brother with her. Our mother was so distraught about what our father was doing to her, she ended up sending us each to separate places. My brother stayed with a friend of hers and I stayed with my aunt and uncle. I found out after almost a year away from my mother that she ended up living in a family crisis house. I didn’t see my mother again until 1998, I was 15. My mother moved her and I to her step sisters place for a while. My mother still wasn’t happy and looked as though she hadn’t had proper sleep in over a decade. In 1999, I found out that my mother had severe depression due to what our father has done to her by cheating. She had no trust for anyone, including me, her own daughter. She was prescribed a few antidepressants to have when she left the crisis house. My mother however refused to take them. Her step sister tried to help her the best she could. After a few months I was told by her step sister to leave and not come back, she didn’t want me to see my mother that way and she didn’t want me going down a similar road. In mid 2000, I moved out of my mother’s step sisters place and moved in with a friend until my 18th birthday. Seeing my mother like that did have an impact on me and I felt myself getting depressed. I went to a therapist who did nothing to help me but just told me to “do something productive, then you’ll feel better” it was pointless paying 80 or so dollars to see a private therapist so I didn’t go anymore. After turning 18 in 2001, I moved out of my friends place into a one bedroom apartment for a year. I loved living there as I had a beach front view, but I also disliked it as I was really lonely. In 2002 I moved in with another friend for a while, I didn’t know how long I was going to live there. She was happy to have me stay in the guest bedroom and I made myself at home. Now you are probably wondering about my younger brother, where’s he at, what’s he doing?? Well I did get in touch with the person he was staying with and she had nothing good to say about him. A year or so after my younger brother went to live there, he was terrible to live with. He’d swear at her, stay out all the time with his friends, skip school, get expelled from a school, destroy the new school he went to and a few other things. I was shocked that my younger brother did all of that and was even more shocked to find out he became a dad at 16, and didn’t want any part of the child’s or mother’s life. He had been terrible for so long and she kicked him out and didn’t want him around her. Since she kicked him out she hasn’t heard anything from him and has no clue where or what he’s doing today. I was thinking to myself, I’m glad I didn’t turn out that way, I’m glad I remained good for the most part. In 2006, I moved out of my friends place into my own and officially called it home. I got a job working in retail until 2009. I quit due to not being treated properly by my then coworkers, I decided to work in the food industry from 2009 to 2013. I enjoyed working in the industry for the most part but quit again but this time due to lack of interest. I had to find a proper job to be able to keep living in my house. So I decided to work part time in a jewellery shop two blocks away from where I am living. I’ve been working there since and I really enjoy it, plus I get a good amount of pay which is also good. I’m living a steady and happy life right now and hopefully will continue to live a happy and steady life for many more years.

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      Kamryn 6 weeks ago

      Thank you for sharing your story with us. Growing up my mother had a different relationship every 6 or so months. My birth father was never in the picture and to this day I have no clue who he is. I have over 10 half younger siblings and in the past 5 years, four of my half siblings went into care. My mother is 36 and still acts like she’s a teenager. I’m more mature than most 17 year olds and act as a second mother to my two really young sisters who are 3 and 6 months. Once I turn 18, I’m moving out and moving far away from my entire family. I will start a new chapter. I’m doing ok right now though.

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      Carissa 6 weeks ago

      I’m tired, just so tired of my mom not letting me do anything. Like she won’t even let me use a razor to shave my legs as she so scared I’d cut myself. She won’t let me talk to boys, won’t let me have a license, if I try and make friends she has to make it look obvious that she doesn’t want me to talk to them and she’ll say “we’re busy we need to go” it makes me so frustrated. I remember one time I wanted to sleep over someone’s house, this was farely recent and they called her to say I’m staying over and my mom has the nerve to say “yeah, she won’t want to do that” when I did. This person said I was keen on sleeping over and my mom was shocked. It’s like she expects me to be this anxious person who won’t want to do anything away from her. Like I want to do things sometimes away from her and explore things. I don’t know why my mom expects me or thinks I’m an anxious person like she is. She thinks I’m just like her when I’m not. I have my own personality and my own interests. I’m just fed up with it. Also she tries to guilt me out of something or make me scared not to do something she afraid of me doing or doesn’t want me to do. It took me so long to realise that and when I did and confronted her on it she denied it obviously and tried to again say all the reasons why we shouldn’t get or do something. I don’t know why she does this and I’m to the point I just want to leave and do what I want to do.

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      Isla Rose 6 weeks ago

      My parents and I got along really well most of my life, that is until I got pregnant at 15 years old. I was in a relationship with this guy I dated behind my parents back. I was beyond secretive in high school and despised telling my parents anything. Once I told my parents of my pregnancy, my mom cried, yelled at me and told me how irresponsible I was and my dad also yelled at me and demanded I tell him who the father is. My boyfriend who I was with at the time didn’t want to be a dad and dumped me two days before our one year anniversary. I was heartbroken obviously but couldn’t show it as I had put off saying who the father was. All I told my parents was “I don’t know” whenever they asked who he was. I had a really hard pregnancy with my first baby, mainly because I was so young and hadn’t fully grown. I had to have an emergency c section done, at 26 weeks. My daughter Elly was born in February 2007 at 26 weeks. Elly remained in hospital until July 2007. Elly had many complications with being born so early and I was told she may have learning disabilities when she’s older. Fast forward to April 2010. I’m expecting again, engaged but not happy. My mom organised me to marry her friends son, who I didn’t really have a thing for and I knew he didn’t think much of me either. I gave birth naturally to my second daughter Abigail in December 2010. About 6 months after Abigail was born, my first daughter Elly was diagnosed with autism and a moderate impairment. I expected Elly to have a disability and dealt with it the best I could. In January 2012, I divorced the man I was with as I was not happy with him. My mom was of course upset but I didn’t care. I moved into my own home with my daughters. Since then I have remained single, by choice. I’m a special needs mom to Elly and Abigail who are both on the autistic spectrum and all my attention is devoted to them. I barely have any contact with my mom now and I occasionally speak to my dad. We are not close anymore, which is upsetting.

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      Jordan 6 weeks ago

      I was born in August of 1990, to my parents and older brother. For the first 10 years of my life, everything was as perfect as you can think of. After turning 10, my mother developed some kind of mental illness and my father decided to part ways with all of us. He couldn’t handle my mother’s mental illness and didn’t want to see my brother and I. My brother went to live with our aunt and live with them until he was 21 or so, meanwhile I was put into foster care as no family was available to care for me. I lived in a foster clinic until I was finally adopted when I was 12. This couple I lived with until my adult years were nothing short of strange. The woman, who was maybe in her late 50s, acted so much younger than her age and tried to wear her daughters clothing. She also had a very strong accent, it was bizarre. The man, who looked around the same age as the woman, was a very manipulative, very controlling man. I feared him and so did his daughter. Their daughter, who was 17 at the time, was very shy. She hardly spoke and even when I moved out, she still lived there and still didn’t talk much. They lived in s comfy home, I won’t lie. But I felt really on edge when they’d talk with one another and I wasn’t involved. They’d whisper to one another and their daughter constantly would look to see if I was there. I felt like I was the topic of their conversations. Anyways, after I moved out and had a stable job and lived in my own home, I just did my own thing and focused if my own happiness. I became a father in 2013 and a husband in early March of this year. I have also gotten in contact with my birth family. My mother is living with relatives of hers, as her mental illness has made her very dependent on others and my brother got married quite young, had a daughter, but divorced his first wife a year later. Supposedly he remarried a few years later, but my aunt knows nothing of him now.

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      Grace 6 weeks ago

      I was born into a very protective and paranoid family. As a child my sisters and I were never allowed to have sleepovers, spend the day with our friends or even go anywhere without our parents being involved somehow. All of my friends I had, thought my parents were crazy and I was just as crazy as them. I got told by a teacher in grade 4 that I must of been a very rebellious child as my parents had no trust in me to do anything without them. I became very shy and very closed off. I decided not to make anymore friends in elementary school, in fear they’d not want to be around me because of my parents fears. In high school a few girls decided to be my friend, but my parents did not approve of them as they feared they will take me from them. I rebelled something cruel in high school and snuck out a ton of times. My parents found out one night as I wasn’t in my room, getting ready for bed. They called the police thinking I was kidnapped even though we lived in a very safe neighbourhood. The next day I remember coming home to my parents waiting by the front door. My mother cried into my arms and my father gave the dad stare, you know the look. I told them I went to my friends house for a sleepover as I wanted to live my life. My mother cried and said “I didn’t raise you to be this way” she tried to make me feel guilty for going out with a friend. It didn’t work and afterwards I became my parents worst nightmare. I started to drink with a few friends at their house around 14-15 years of age, I snuck out more, went to parties, lied to my parents about where I was, lost my virginity at 16 and had a boyfriend my parents never knew about at 17. After I turned 18, I moved away with my sister in law and her family until I got a job. I didn’t want to be around my parents anymore as they tried so hard to control my adult life and try to pick a job for me they though I’d love. After moving away I had not contact with my parents and to be honest, I liked it that way. I finally felt like I had my freedom and since my sister in law encouraged me to life my life, we became close and shared everything with eachother. At 20, I had a one night stand with this guy and got pregnant on accident and was terrified to tell my sister in law. I knew if my sister in law found out I had irresponsible sexual activity she’d be extremely mad. So I decided to stay away until I was 4 months pregnant. She just knew but the way I was acting, that I was pregnant. She was mad, and we sadly lost our close bond we had made two years prior. My mother found out as she told her and I don’t think I’ve ever seen my mom so angry with me, in my entire life. My dad didn’t want anything more to do with me. I gave birth to my son in 2006 after I had just turned 21. He was born two days after my 21st. His father is unknown and I don’t worry about it anymore. A few years later I went to a party with a friend to celebrate her birthday and wound out pregnant a second time. I felt so bad in myself. I was so irresponsible when it came to sexual activity and didn’t understand why I was being like that. I was young and dumb, and I admit to being dumb in those situations as I never thought them through. After I had given birth to my second son in 2009, I decided to quit going to parties as much as I did and focus of being a full time mom of two boys. I had somewhat help from my sister in law but she and I weren’t close at all. The only time she’d speak to me is when I needed help with the boys. I had lost friends due to not being fun enough anymore and I didn’t really care much anymore about having loads of friends as I had my sons who I loved with all my being and they needed me. I shaped up, went on a very long detox to cleanse my system of any alcohol and even did online courses. In 2012, three years after I had my second son, my father wanted me back in his life, he had become very sick due to a few genetic issues and needed all his children, which were me and my sisters to be there for him. Our mother left him about 8 or 9 months after I had my second son, and the reason is unknown. I helped my father but my sisters judged me tremendously since both my sons came from irresponsible sexual encounters. I felt uncomfortable and didn’t go back after the third time. As of 2018, now. I’m doing alright, I sadly developed anxiety and am on medication, and both my sons are also doing alright.

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      Demi Vantoch 6 weeks ago

      I was born in March of 1987, I was my parents first baby after they had over 6 miscarriages, in the course of 9 years. My mother struggled with PCOS and was told by many doctors that she may never have children. So I was my mother’s miracle baby and she cherished me. My father was in and out of my life for 12 years, until he wiped me out of his life after he got remarried. After that I hardly, if not ever saw him. He was always travelling with his new wife and I wasn’t apart of his life anymore. I had my mother, and she was always there for me. I didn’t like not having a father and was determined to have my mother find a partner so I decided to trick my mom into buying me something at the shops when my best friends dad, who was single, was also there. They ran into eachother, but nothing ever came out of it. I asked my mom if she wanted to find love again. She was hesitant to answer me, but she declined on ever meeting someone again. She didn’t want to go through the breakup process again as it really hurt, when my dad and her broke just after I was born. She was content on just being a mom and doing her own thing. “Men are nothing but trouble” is what she would say when we talked about boys. After high school, I moved out and went to college. I met the love of my life there, and we got married in 2011. I had beautiful twin girls in 2013 and a son in 2015. My father is not apart of their lives and I don’t think I ever want him to be, he doesn’t know I’m married, nor have had three children. My children have no clue who he is and I’ve been told not to speak of him to them. It’s better for them if they don’t know of him.

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      Holly 6 weeks ago

      Growing up in an adopted family was hard. My adoptive mother and father had 16 children, including me. Non of their own. I didn’t know of my birth parents existence until a few years ago. As a child my adoptive siblings were awful to me, since I was non verbal for the most part, I could talk just fine, I was just overly shy. Since my adoptive siblings came from all walks of life they treated me quite badly. Two of my adoptive brothers used to hit me, scream at me and spread rumours about me and my adoptive parents acted like nothing happened. I ran away at 11 and tried to harm myself. I got taken out of that family and put with a new one and had the best life, it was a miracle to me and I had a great time.

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      Eve 6 weeks ago

      My mom has always been so overly protective of me, like she always had to supervise when I made new friends, and was convinced they’ll hurt me, she was awfully paranoid about it. She also has to make things sound so bad when she’s afraid of something happening to me like when I wanted to go to the theme park with a friend of mine. She was hesitant and tried to put fear in me so I wouldn’t go. She’d say things like “people die at theme parks, I don’t want to loose you” or she’d say things like “you won’t handle a theme park” she’s not letting me have fun with anything. I want to have fun with my life, but whenever my mom is around me when I have friends around, I get uncomfortable.. I just want to rebel and do what I want. I remember in school people especially my friends i had would say “your mom doesn’t let you do anything” I lost friends because my mom didn’t let me do things. Even parents of the friends I had used to say “your mom never lets you do anything” it hurt deeply. I don’t know why my mom has always been like this..

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      Tamara 6 weeks ago

      I was a child in the early-mid 1980s, I had a fantastic childhood. But not good teen years. Both my parents broke up when I was 14. They were never married to begin with our father claimed both my sister and I were “not” his, even though he and our mom were together 10 years before they had me and were together when they had my sister. But according to him, my mother cheated on him, and since both my sister and I look nothing like him, our mom couldn’t argue with him. It was then just us and our mom, she cared for us the best she could for as long as she could. My younger sister ended up pregnant at 16 and moving away from us. She however came back to live with us six months later with her daughter. Our mom was upset with my sister but cared for her granddaughter the best she could. I then followed in my sisters footsteps and got pregnant at 19. Our mom was a mess by this point as both of her daughters were teen moms. She blamed herself for our behaviour as our dad left when I was only 14 and my sister was 12. This was never our moms fault but she blamed herself. My younger sister moved out again when she was 20 or so and I moved out a year later. My son and my younger sisters daughters, she had given birth to another daughter saw our mom almost every week. Two years ago, our father apologised to all of us and wanted back in our lives. I of course told him to politely F off and my sister didn’t want to know him. He wanted to see his grandkids but both my sister and I never let him.

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      Harriet Connell 6 weeks ago

      My mother never supported my decision to have a boyfriend and get married. I had this plan since I was quite young, maybe from the age of 6. I grew up in a rather strict family, but also not that strict at the same time, it was in the middle. I got a boyfriend in high school, it was the normal most common thing to do as a teen. All my friends had boyfriends and now I had one too. I told my mother about it, she shunned me and tried to guilt me into breaking off my relationship with him. I decided to go out with him behind my mother’s back, this happened for over 2 years, until I graduated high school. We went our separate ways after high school as I couldn’t let on we were in a relationship. It was a hard decision to break off our 2 year relationship, but I believe it was for the best. I got a job a year later at a perfume store in our local shopping centre. I loved it as I made many friends there and it was a great experience. I met this guy one day when he came in, he was buying a fragrance for his mother who was going on a cruise and he wanted to give her a going away gift. It was a very sweet gesture of him, and I found myself falling for him. I used to be one of these girls who fell in love at the drop of a hat and used to have crushes and fixations on many guys back then. A few years later after I had left that job due to personal reasons I began working in a bakery with one of my high school friends. She introduced me to the guy I saw a year prior. It was like fate brought us together and we clicked rather quickly and he said from our first date he wanted to marry me, which sounds kinda odd, you know saying that on your first date, barely knowing each other and all. But he kept that word and proposed to me a year later. Telling my mother I was engaged made her so bitter and angry with me, she hated the fact I was getting married. And told me on a weekly basis, or whenever I saw her. At my wedding, my mother who was one of the bridesmaids glared at him and tried her hardest to make us all uncomfortable. It thankfully never worked but still. After our wedding day, we had our special night together as a newlywed couple. We decided not to go on a honeymoon as we both didn’t have enough money to do so. It didn’t bother us though as we could spend all the time in the world together. My mother called me daily after our wedding, trying to pry in on our love life and trying to make it obvious that she didn’t approve of him and didn’t like him. Now before you think I married a hot mess, who has multiple tattoos and smokes, you are wrong. We was clean cut, wore appropriate clothing and was rather on the shy side. He never smoked a day in his life and I was his first love. He respects me and treats me so well. A year after our marriage I gave birth to our son Porter. Who is the light of my life. I told my mother of his birth and she wanted to meet him. We arranged for her to see him at her place. She adored him of course, but only because he looked more like me. My mother asked me why I married him and why don’t I leave him. I was appalled in my mother was asking such questions and left with my son shortly after. I didn’t see my mother for 2 years. Porter was now 2 and I had just given birth to Jayde, my daughter. My mother demanded she see her granddaughter and I obliged and arranged for my mother to meet her at her place. This time around, my husband was with me. My mother was quiet the whole time. Not even looking at my husband. She focused on Jayde mostly and sometimes Porter, but since porter was asleep in my husbands arms, she didn’t pay that much attention to him. My husband was trying to have my mother like him. But she wouldn’t budge, she hated him and she still does to this day. My mother rarely sees us now, maybe once or twice a year. My children barely know who she is, which is sad as I’d love them to have a full on relationship with their grandma.

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      Darren 6 weeks ago

      All my life, all I have with my parents is nothing but arguing, hatred towards one another and manipulative behaviour. I was my parents only child, and most of my childhood consisted of me staying over at my friends place just to be away from their fighting. My parents didn’t realise their effect on me with their constant fighting. I grew up thinking that’s how couples work. In order to be together and stay together you need to argue and pretty much despise one another. I began somewhat treating my friends how I saw my parents treat eachother, thinking it was alright to do it, cause my parents did it. I lost many friends to say the least and was rather lonely as a teenager. My parents never divorced, and to this day I don’t know why. When I got a girlfriend at 22, my first girlfriend, by the way, I treated her the way my parents treated eachother. She dumped me after the second week and told me to not see her again. I was confused so I asked my mother why she dumped me. I told her everything. My mother was appalled in me and told me that, that’s not the way to treat someone. But you see, seeing my parents have so much hatred towards eachother from a really young age, effected me in that way. I never knew how to treat people properly and used arguing and meanness to show someone I love them. I saw one of my moms friends twice a week for several years, as she was a therapist, who my mom sometimes saw. She helped me a lot and made me realise things. I know am learning to be a better person, and hopefully in the future I can create meaningful and loving relationships.

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      Clarissa 6 weeks ago

      You are a very inspiring author. Thank you for sharing your story with us

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      Louise 6 weeks ago

      For the first 10 years of my life, everything was great. I went to a great school, had friends, did extra curricular activities on the weekends and did swimming every Thursday. I was living the dream as some would say. That is, until my older sister Nicole got sick with an aggressive disease and passed away a year and 9 months later. Things drastically changed. My parents began fighting over petty things, my dad would leave for weeks at a time claiming he was having a break, but as I’m older now I believe he was cheating on my mom as he became very distant towards her and my younger brother and I. My mother developed depression after Nicole died and my brother and I were taken by our great aunt, who sadly passed in 2014 from meningitis. We lived with her until our mother was emotionally ready to care for us again. We went back to live with our mom 3 years later. Our mother wasn’t the same. She was distant towards us, kinda acting like were were strangers in her house. And my brother and I acted somewhat of the same. It was like all our good memories were diminished and it was like we didn’t know our own mom anymore. It was an uncomfortable feeling. As a teenager I was a good individual. Since my mother was still in a state of distance and “I just don’t care” type of attitude towards my bother and I. Our amazing neighbor, who I will remember forever, I assume she still lives there. She enrolled me into a private education school and payed for me to go there until I graduated. She also enrolled my brother into an performing arts college school for kids and teens as he had an interest in that type of thing back then. I had a good teenage life I suppose. I remember when I got my first boyfriend in grade 11, I told my mom about it, hoping she’d talk to me about relationships and the risks of pregnancy. She however did not talk to me about any of it and just said I hope you have a good life. That’s all she said to me. I didn’t bother telling her anything anymore, and kinda wiped her from my life, even though I still lived under the same roof as her. I just acted like she wasn’t there most of the time, and she sadly did the same. I moved out at 20, got a job working part-time as a special education teacher aid. The only contact I had with my mother was texting her happy birthday when it was her birthday, and a text at Christmas. She often wouldn’t reply to me, but since she was my mother it felt right to send her happy birthday and merry Christmas texts. I terribly miss the good times we had together before Nicole died, I will cherish the good memories we all shared for the rest of my life.

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      Noelene Grey 6 weeks ago

      I was born in the summer of 1992, to my parents and older half sister. Anyone outside of our family would think we were picture perfect, but it was so far from that. I never remember a day going by that my parents weren’t yelling at eachother, nit-picking at eachother and controlling eachother. It was like that for the first 5 years of my life. My mother divorced my dad in early 1998, and took us to live with a friend of hers. We lived with her friend until 2001. In that time my mother was acting like a teenager, looking back on it now. And my mother’s friend was caring for me like she was my mother. My half sister moved in with her dad and step mother and I didn’t see her again, it was my half sisters choice to move in with her dad. She was never close to our mother, and was always requesting to see her dad. I remember every Friday afternoon she’d beg our mom to take her to her dads. Anyway in late 2001, my mother and I moved out of her friends place into an apartment for a little over 2 years. This apartment was right across the street from a nightclub.. yes a nightclub. I at the time didn’t understand what a nightclub was, or why my mother loved living across the street from one. In 2002, after I had turned 10, my mother sent me to stay with her sister for 2-3 weeks while my mother needed a break. I was happy and content stating with my aunt as she had pay tv and loads of games to play, not to mention a really playful dog. After I came home to my mother 2-3 weeks later, she told me that she had a blast while I was gone, me being a curious child, I naturally asked what she did. Not expecting her to tell me everything in detail. She told me that she partied a lot, and went to the nightclub every night. She told me she felt free and said that I need to stay with my aunt more often. She seriously was acting like an 18 year old, party crazed rebel, looking back on it now. In mid 2004, we moved out of the apartment, which I was relieved about, no more midnight loud obnoxious parties, or loud screaming which was due to fighting. We moved down the road from one of my mother’s ex boyfriends. I told my mother that I was worried about her and that I was worried she would get hurt. My mother laughed at me, and that was the last day I lived with her. The next day she sent me back to my aunts and I lived with her until I was 18. I was a rebellious teenager, mostly from watching my mother at a young age. I went to teenage house parties, got drunk for the first time when I was 15 and snuck into a nightclub *not the same one* when I was 17 with a friend. My aunt never found out about any of my rebellious teenage years, and I never told her when I was older. After I turned 18, I got a boyfriend, he was everything you could imagine in a guy. Charming, caring, protective, understanding etc. I loved him with all of my heart and I believed with over 4 years he loved me. Well, after 4 years of dating, he made a new friend at a nightclub and spiralled down hill. We grew apart after that and he supposedly cheated on me several times, but me being in disbelief, due to me being so head over heals for him, told them off for lying to me. Well, a few months went by and my best friend sent pictures of my then boyfriend all over a girl both of us knew. I dumped him and was heartbroken. I thought the only way to make myself better is to drink away my sorrows. So for a year and a half I was an avid drinker and nightclubber. I went out every night, partied until dawn and drank alcohol like there was no tomorrow. Looking back on it now, I regret my mistakes. After a few years I decided to seek help after I hit a major low and considered suicide. I lived in a rehabilitation clinic for 4 months. Those 4 months saved my life. I am now a better person, in the process of becoming an author and I have 2 little girls who inspire me daily. I’ve come along way and I’m proud of the right choices I decided to make to get myself back on a good track.

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      Nkp 7 weeks ago

      She only loved you. She was always protective of you that’s the reason why she would always check about garbage and all. She really cared about you. She was emotional that’s why she didn’t look rational to you. You have always done things your way. Whatever you wanted to do you did, you had many broken relationships with which you are ok, but blaming your mother.

      It was the car she gifted you, And you wanted to accuse her of stealing the car after she gave you. She gave it to you for your better grades , for your better future.

      She CARED for you and that’s the only reason she tried to protect you all this while.

      In your relationship with your mother you are blaming her. Then how about other broken relationships you had. Your first boyfriend, your first husband. You did not even once say what went wrong. They left you but you are not saying anything bad about them. But you are blaming your innocent mother.

      It’s true we shouldn’t raise kids with love, they are the ones who will go against you when they grow older. After doing so so so much what they get is harsh behavior, and now you are not even caring for them. They shouldn’t have adopted you. They had a nice life, they shouldn’t have taken such huge responsibility of raising you. Out of their compassion they raised you and you have given them so much pain. World is like this only. We shouldn’t make so much attachments. Especially never with kids :(

      It’s horrible of you to have cut off relation with them, to say the least, the very people who stood by you when your whole world (your original parents) left you at the time you needed the most. Very very selfish.

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      GJL 2 months ago

      George same thing over here and it only gets worse

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      Dounce Bailey 2 months ago

      I am a 63 Year old women who still suffers from a controlling mother. I have tried for years to change my behavior for the sake of passing this disease to my daughter who has a daughter. Give me advice please I feel caught in a trap can't break free

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      Arnold 2 months ago

      My mom is always telling my dad what to do even she yells at him for coughing. Dad never says nothing, one time we went out to eat she slapped his hand for touching his food with his hands and another time he gave her a bottle of water and she said I did not a bottle of water in snooty attitude.My mom always yells at me for being over weight.

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      Susan M. 2 months ago

      To: Princesasi2

      Its interesting that you've thrown your spin on this whole story. Starting out with the "running away from your situation". I didn't hear that in her story at all? So to me that's a form of bullying on YOUR part, because she never ran from anything. Deciding what is healthy and what is NOT healthy for you and your kid IS BEING MATURE. There are lots of people who adopt, some are good people, some are child abusers. Are you saying because they take them in that even though they are abusive either verbally or physically or sexually they "still took them in"? Family or not family her mother was causing SERIOUS damage to her psyche. Whether she MEANT TO or NOT. I have the same mother, same experiences, and while I haven't cut her off, I have limited my contact with her due to the abuse, even over the phone! The only person who can judge is you know who. If I were you I would take a look at yourself and see why it is you've chosen to bash someone who has been so open about something so painful.

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      Monika 3 months ago

      Massive hug for you!! You did it! Even though I don’t know you,I feel proud of you for not allowing her to destroy your life anymore and for putting your girl first.

      My childhood was different but still as horrible (in my eyes).

      My mum was (and still is) very selfish woman. I’m one of eight. She didn’t care about any of us. Kicked me out countless times ( and my brother) when I was still in primary school. Graciously allowed me to come back just because I was working so I could provide for her. She never showed emotions,love ,gratitude,kindness ..anything. She always took but never gave back. After I left my country ,nearly 13 years ago she continued her “mothering”. She would always take other people opinions into consideration but never mine. Wasn’t talking to me for years when I was going through domestic violence and abuse. Showed up in my life when she needed money and stuff. For ever criticised me,my choices and even my children’s (normal for kids) behaviour.

      My childhood and teenage years were horrible and unfortunately she is partly to blame for it.

      Regardless to all of this I kept helping her emotionally and especially financially all those years. I recently started seeing a therapist and thanksti this I can finally see and understand why my life is so complicated and why most of the times I feel depressed. I asked her to explain to me her decisions and reasons for neglecting me so but she refused. We haven’t been talking for the last 2 years and even though part of me would like to forgive her ( mostly for my children ) I simply can’t.

      I hope you all guys are very content with your life and bring appreciated and loved. Monika

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      Charlotte 3 months ago

      With a few minor differences this article could have been written about me. I'm in my 40's and still dealing with my controlling mother. I have chronic illnesses and the self doubt she's instilled has so far kept me from moving far away. Hopefully one day I can get the strength to do what you did and break free.

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      George 3 months ago

      Although our circumstances are different I feel like this is so relatable. The disdain I have for my mother is just getting worse and worse as the years go by. I feel as though she’s is the catalyst for the depression and anxiety I’ve had my whole life. I just can’t live like this anymore. My psychiatrist said that if I get away from my mom my bleak outlook on life would change. My mom has raised me to think I can’t survive without her, but I will get away from her and nothing will stop me. Thank you so much for sharing.

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      Jonestein 3 months ago

      Princesasi2, I feel like you are personally offended by this article, and I think you should, perhaps, leave it and not return. Sharing your experiences isn't "Bad mouthing", and feeling hurt, controlled/trapped, and invalid to begin with, isn't just something you 'happen to feel'. There is a reason to feel the way one does. Given the information here, I'd think there's enough information to decide that this is a very valid description of all of this. Learn the difference between "bad mouthing" and VENTING.

      Understanding somebody can be hurting too, does NOT give them any reason to treat you in a way that they are consistently exerting their energy to make KNOWN that they are upset. And upset that causes conflict and drama and estrangement. Two people can be upset, but if one of them is taking it out on another, while the other is trying to get away from it, does that really make the mother's "hurt", okay? Maybe to her, but it makes the situation toxic. You never, ever, take your feelings of frustration and discomfort out on somebody else.

      THANK YOU Melissa, for sharing.

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      Eve 3 months ago

      Thank you for sharing your experience, it helps others who have suffered the same to know we are not alone.

      I suffered the same from a controlling mum who I stopped contact with since I was 19. My dad was the same but in a more sly and quiet way. He would give into me in order to see me fall so he can say “told you so”. I married an abuser but stayed married for 15years because we had kids. Been separated and hope to get divorce from court order because husband won’t sign. Always been in touch with dad and recently got in touch with mum who now thinks that I need her and so I will come back under her control. No way my kids have to suffer from having a bad dad, I don’t want to bring more abuse in our house. I only visit her for her birthday and Christmas, she complaines about this unfair treatment every chance she gets.

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      lil-lil172 3 months ago

      Im so sorry for all your angst. Forgiveness and compassion along with a good dose of gratitude can probably heal you a great deal. Either way, you are to blame as well even if you don't realize it. This is the first half of many peoples lives...after you get over the victim mentality, you can forgive yourself and your mom. She was coming from a point of love the best way she knew how. It's not like you were ever planned by your parents...they tried their best. When you mature to the second half of your life, you may wish you handled some things a little differently. Try it from a forgiving, compassionate point. Don't expect anything in return, just be kind to your self and whomever else is standing in front of you. Much love and happiness to all of you and your children, and to your parents as well.

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      3 months ago

      I can't really say if you're right or wrong to write all judgements you put against your mother although putting it on social media is a bit harsh. Only God can truly say whether her intentions were bad or not but you sound to me much like my stepdaughter. See, my younger stepdaughter, her mother took off on her when she was short of 5 and I was friends with her mom and dad so I was there to witness it. Later, I got involved with her father as we became close and I decided, much like your mother (grandmother really) and it wasnt an easy task in due part because by her real mother having left her she was broken inside but because pride and anger seems to come easy to her nothing I do is ever good enough and everything youve said really hit home. When OUR child shows ungratitude towards all that we do we feel resentment. I would say maybe, but I'm sure she had no bad intentions for not wanting you to get pregnant. Maybe she felt concern or resentment because you got a boyfriend before the time she felt you were ready. That being said, shes an older lady from an older generation, what do you expect? In her time Im sure it was different and shes having to adapt to the new rules of the new generation. Honour thy father and mother! Thats all I have to say.

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      3 months ago

      The author is blind to their own role in the relationship problems. You can’t blame your parents for all your problems in life. I’m sure your mother wasn’t perfect, but she was trying to be a good mom. She probably didn’t allow you to go on sleep overs so you wouldn’t get molested. I know many parents who don’t allow it. Mine generally didn’t and I’m grateful. It protected me from painful experiences that happened to friends. You are not seeing how you mistreated her. You complain about her, but never once express gratitude for any of the things she did for you. She cooked for you. She gave you a car. Even after you treated her badly, she was there for you to support you financially. You didn’t care about her. You just used her, without seeing her as a person. Psychological experiments have shown the distress a person experiences when left out of a group - especially when there are three people and the two leave out the third. Have you ever once considered her a human being? You may have suffered her weaknesses, but she has also suffered yours. To the emotionally immature, other people are not real. She wanted the best future for you, and understood that would entail doing well in school and not getting pregnant as a teen. You sound a bit spoiled.

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      anaday 3 months ago from Ireland

      Replying to nursefriend:

      I find your comment out of place. Victims of controlling or narcissistic mothers need to be validated.

      For anyone wondering if they could be a narcissist:

      You can answer these 11 questions. If you get 5 or more, you may be one:

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      nursefriend 3 months ago

      The only thing the author does not consider is how her mother was raised herself. She also never says she made any attempts to sit down and have a heartfelt conversation with her mother to try and work through some of that controlling behavior. I am a mother who loves her daughters unconditionally. I have been cut off from my daughters and surprisingly it is usually after they have come crying to me for something and I offer an honest opinion that they don't want to hear. (believe me though, after many months of usually trying to console and "make things better")There are instances where mothers can't win with their kids too. It seemed no matter when my attitude was positive I would be greeted with bitchy, snarly teen attitude and quite frankly they have not come to far now that they are in their mid-20's. Times when I would do family things only to have one or the other get inappropriately pissed off and if I got mad in response, I became the bad guy. Sometimes the kids you give birth to come out of the womb and they actually suck. You give it the best you can but you get continually beaten down. You worry they will get into drugs, so sorry, you look for signs, you might snoop a bit because guess what, society would blame the parents. You set limits (this is for the 17 year old) on when they will work because you want them to get good grades, to be able to go on to college or a technical school, to get a decent job and a shot at having a great life. As much as some might focus on all their parents "bad, controlling behavior" please reflect upon yourself as well and try to understand where your parents are coming from before you make a decision to cut them out of your life.

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      Eliza 3 months ago

      I'm trying trying so hard not to cry! I have a horrible relationship with my mom too...the worst part of it is is she used to be my best friend growing up but once I become independent and married, she has completely changed. Actually, looking back at my life, she probably was always the same (controlling and demanding) it just took my growing up to realize it. Tonight, my mom and I had another fight. I thought I was being nice to her and she twisted my words and called me names for something i didnt even do. She does this all the time. She constantly brings me down and judges everything I do. The horrible part is...she told me she has cancer. I feel guilty for shutting her out more than ever but she always makes me anxious and unhappy. I only call her on occasion - on the off chance and hope that we would have a good conversation like the old days...but it's useless. I want to stop talking to her altogether but it's so so hard for me to let go. I also have a daughter who I need to think of...I guess it's hard knowing she won't have the sweet caring grandma that I had in my life. Thank you so much for your article. It helps knowing someone has gone through what I am struggling with.

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      Mich 3 months ago

      Thank you for sharing! I thought I was the only one going through this. I still don't know what to do as my dad died and my mother is not well anymore. However she is still very controlling. I am divorced and live with her to help take care of her but it seems I can't do anything right. She also doesn't allow me to have a live of my own. It's just work and back home for me. She goes with me to do errands and when ever I am invited somewhere she finds a reason for me not to go. Often claiming theres housework to do or just telling me no I cannot go n putting down my friends. Even her own family and friends have noticed this and when they tell her I need time for my self she claims they are jealous or trying to lead me astray. I am fed up yet I feel obligated to her because she worked hard to get me through school n provide for me and bc she 3 the only parent I hv left.

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      Jackie 4 months ago

      Hey, thank you so much for sharing your story!

      I'm 17 with a part-time job, and I know I should be grateful for all the things my parents provide for my sisters and I (We are generally well put off), but she seems to want to control every aspect of my life by dictating everything on my grades. I want to work on the weekdays instead of just the weekends? My grades have to be good or else I can't, and it's not like it's her decision anyways... I pay for my own gas, I'm very responsible, and I have a job; and she still treats me like a child. Everytime I bring this up with her, she states "No I don't" or "I'm not controlling" and completely shuts me down and never considers my feelings (She has actually stated things like "I don't care how you feel about this") . I'm actually so ready to move out and go to college, even though I still have one more year of high school, and I wont get to see some of my best friends as often..

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      David in Ardmore 4 months ago

      Like you, Melissa, I stopped communicating with my mother. There's no point in getting into details -- you are very aware what it means to live with an enraged parent.

      I gave my best effort for many years, but was always met by the control freak, a woman who is envious, jealous, backbiting, gossiping, and deceitful.

      After my father died, I came to realize Mom had never called, never visited, never singularly tried to have a relationship with me, my wife or my children. That's right; over the 28 years since I left home it was always up to me.

      To many this may seem a juxtaposition, the concept that a control freak would never call, never visit, never take the time to be part of her son's life. But it's actually part-in-parcel.

      My wife and kids went to Mom's Christmas Eve party, and Mom asked what was wrong, why I never visited. My wife told her, "You should call David, or just visit him. You must ask him what's going on."

      Mom admitted she mistreated me, but excused herself with, "I was lucky to survive my childhood." She still hasn't called, hasn't visited. It's up to her.

      It's sickening to know she cannot take responsibility for her actions.

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      Elena Chuah 4 months ago

      Thank you for this beautiful sharing. I had suffered for the first 20 yrs in my life from my nagging & controlling mother. I never remembered any positive comments from her. Reasoning with her is useless as she thinks she is always right. She claims all mothers are like that because they love their children and i would become like that too when i become a mother. WHich makes me fearful of any kind of intimate relationship. All my aunties supported her and asked me to "get used to it". This encouraged my mom to continue her habits. I used to have extreme negative mindset and low self- esteem. Everything is critical. Whatever activities, dreams or decisions i made are being discouraged. I was so dejected & demotivated. I felt living is useless. I used to daydream to escape reality.

      I found fresh air and freedom when i left home & started going to university. I was exposed to motivational programs, NLP and other self-help course. I was getting better & more positive. However, whenever i go back home & start talking to her, i felt the same exhaustion as though i was "sucked" back into the black hole.

      I consider severing ties or "managing" the frequency of connections but i was struggling & debating whether the decision is moral. I also knew that i cannot allow toxic people around me. Now that i see your sharing, i feel better as i know i'm not alone.

      Life is too short to allow ourselves to suffer. Environment & company are important for a successful & happy life.

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      Lorren Wisdom 4 months ago

      From East Texas

      Wow I cannot believe @nearly 35 I've read what my answer to prayer had been and can start to finally process, forgive, heal and grow into what may not be long but better late than never I always say! Thank you so much for sharing this article because u hv changed my life for btr and from now on. I can hv a btr relationship with my daughter and I'm so excited about that especially!!!

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      Mona Sabalones Gonzalez 4 months ago from Philippines

      I'm glad you broke free from your mom. Even parents can be toxic. You can forgive her, but it doesn't mean you must reconcile with her, because you want your child to have a healthy life growing up. And you owe yourself a life that you have built on your own, with your own vision of how a family should be raised, and how your life should be lived.

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      bluelove 4 months ago

      Real maturity is knowing your parents are the way they are, and making a way to have somewhat of a relationship anyway.None of us have PERFECT parents. My mom was an alcoholic. Yet we should give them Atleast a day a month? Just my opinion, but it counts!

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      Hilary Jones 4 months ago

      Hi, thank you for sharing your story Melissa. Your a great writer and a inspiration to all

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      Anya Marie 4 months ago

      you are an inspiration and I hope you have a good day. Best of luck in your life

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      Joan Atkinson 4 months ago

      I was raised by my adoptive parents. My actual parents weren’t in my life at all until I was 15. The only reason they came into my life was because my mother had a dream that I was sick and she wanted to be sure I was ok. Its a little strange to think she didn’t want to be in my life at all prior to her dream and now all of a sudden she wants to be involved in my life and know everything about me. That really didn’t sit well with me. I didn’t talk much to my father as he was kinda weird and talked a lot of shit. I was quite a close off person and didn’t talk much about myself as I was lacking self confidence and was a socially private person. I saw my parents 4 times in 2012 (I was 15) and then never again. I’m now almost 21 (I’ll be 21 in June) and engaged to the love of my life. We are also going to move to Texas after our wedding to start our family together.

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      Jen 4 months ago

      Thanks for sharing your story

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      Poppy-Anne 4 months ago

      My mother had me when she was only 14 years old. She had little to no understanding of parenthood and left me with my grandmother nearly all the time. My grandmother changed my first diaper as my own mother didn’t want to do it. My grandmother taught me how to walk, talk and feed myself as my own mother was too busy with her friends or going to school. As my mother got older she moved away with this guy and I didn’t see her at all for 5 years. When I saw her again, I was 6 and didn’t know who she was. I referred to my grandmother as “mom” and my own mother yelled at me and said “don’t be silly poppy, I’m your mother” my grandmother and her got in this huge fight and my grandmother refused to let my mother see me. I was glad in a way. As I got older and became a teenager, my mother had given birth to 3 children who are considered my half siblings. I only met them twice and they didn’t like me very much and I didn’t think much of them either. As I entered collage my mother was a teacher there and tried talking to me at our lunch breaks trying to act like she knew me and had been in my life. I told her off and told her that if she kept bothering me, I’d call some authority figure. She didn’t bother me again but, everytime she saw me from then on, she’d glare at me or give me some hatred look. I didn’t care, I wasn’t going to collage to be judged, I was going to get an education in Media studies. After I graduated collage I moved 17 hours away to Australia and met my soul mate. We married pretty soon after we started dating (it was 8 months after) and had our first baby (our son Boston) in 2010 (a year after we got married) and then had our second baby (our daughter Rose) in 2011 (Boston is 14 months older than Rose) I am feeling loved and blessed and my husband and I have started discussing our third baby.

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      Courtney 4 months ago

      my parents used to be responsible and everyone, and I mean literally everyone loved them and always had a complement for them. My sister Kate and I were seen as ‘golden children’ as we were always well behaved, well spoken and I especially acted mature for my young age. I attended a private coed catholic primary school and an all girls private high school, I made several friends and was enjoying life to the fullest, that is until 2005. I was turning 16 at the time and my parents were falling apart. They got a divorce in September of 2006 and our father left our lives. He didn’t want to see my sister and I ever again and told us to forget about him. My mother cried everyday after that, she was heartbroken and both my sister and I were partly as well. In 2007 our mother started drinking excessive amount of alcohol to the point she’d vomit and told my sister and I to move out, she didn’t want us around her, so my sister Kate moved out with a friend and I stayed living with my mother for 2 more years. I moved out in the fall of 2009 and didn’t go back. My mother was seeing a therapist who she absolutely hated and would often critique her. After I moved out I got a new phone with a new number as I didn’t want to here from my mother. I got married in the winter of 2013 and had my son in August of 2015 and now I’m expecting baby number two, things are so much better in my life now.

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      Bella’s mommy 4 months ago

      Thank you so very my chr for sharing your story. It wasn’t like reading about my own life with a controlling mother. I am so thankful for the moments of clarity that lead to self discovery and awareness.

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      Krysten 4 months ago

      Hello all,

      My name is Krysten and I run the first and only [closed] group on Facebook called the Adult Children of Controlling Parents (ACCP), where more adults are undergoing the same situation as you. In this support group, you can write about your own frustrations, read and respond to others’ posts, and offer advice to those in need. In addition to that, it might also comfort you to find that you are not alone. If you are interested in joining, there is a link that I will provide to you below.

      Thank you for your time!

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      Katherine Morrissey 4 months ago

      Valeria I relate to this as my mother was clinically depressed for many, many years and she’d often sob uncontrollably over small things and would often be really aggressive. Anytime anyone would tell her something positive she’d shun them and say “this is why I’m angry, just stop” eventually people stopped telling her positive things and let her own misery run her life. For my moms 42nd birthday I bought her a cake, it was her favourite kind of cake and I thought I was doing her good. Well to my mom I wasn’t she said “why in the world did you buy this for me, I’m not going to eat it” and she threw it in the trash. I felt terrible as I thought I was helping her feel better. My own mother drove me away when I was in my early twenties and I cut ties with her. I met this guy in my mid twenties and had twin girls a year and a half later. After my daughters were born my mother somehow got my number (which i really dont know how she got it) and demanded I let her see her granddaughters. I would often tell my mom no as I didnt want my daughters around her negativity. When my daughters were 3 I gave in as it was my mother’s birthday and I thought maybe she’ll be alright. I was so wrong. Not even an hour there my mother was talking about how her life sucks and how sad she is. I immediately told her to stay away from my daughters as I didn’t want them around her like that and I left. A year or so later my husband, daughters and I moved up north for permanent residency. It’s been over 25 years since I last seen my mom both my daughters are now adults and one of them is engaged. We are very happy as intend to be for the rest of our lives.

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      Ène Aileen 4 months ago

      I was born and raised in a very small town which had a population of 97 people. We had only 2 small grocery shops, 1 clothing store, 1 doctor surgery (it had a pharmacy attached), 1 pet shop (which wasn’t very good, it closed down in 2004)

      and 1 very small junior and secondary school (it had a maximum of 35 people) (I was in a class with only 3-4 people for most of my junior schooling) my mother who raised me by herself had struggled to buy a house for us. For the first 4 years of my life we had lived in a small apartment with only 1 room, it was in an old building that had been around since the early 1800s and many things happened in that apartment that were paranormal and still scare me to this day when I think about it. After my mother had bought our house we thrived and enjoyed it. My mother still lives there today and never wants to give the house up. The school I went to was rather new as it had only been up and running for 10 years before I went there. I didn’t make many friends in school as there was practically no one there. Most of my junior schooling I was in a class with a maximum of 4 students, which doesn’t sound bad but there were days were I was the only student in the class and I felt isolated as I was scared of the teachers (they weren’t bad teachers, I was just a very timid child) in my secondary schooling I was in classes with a maximum of 10-12 students which made me feel a lot better and I actually enjoyed going to school. After schooling I got a job in one of our small grocery shops 2 days a week for over a year. I didn’t enjoy it as the people I worked with were very rude and didn’t know manners and I was left with most of the chores we all had to do before opening. After I quit my job, I just lived with my mother I wanted to relax fully before jumping into anything new. A few years later I moved away from our small town into a massive city. For the first year I was terrified, but I had quickly gotten used to the hustle and bustle of the city and got my second job as a Starbucks employee. I worked there for 4 days a week for 2 years. I loved working there as I had made friends and actually loved the service they brought and the atmosphere was phenomenal as well. After I left my job at Starbucks I decided to go to collage as I wanted to work in the fashion industry and design clothes for a certain company. I did 2.5 years at collage before hiring myself an agent and getting to work. I designed my first piece of clothing in 2011 and have been doing so for the past 6 almost 7 years.

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      Valeria 4 months ago

      My mother had always suffered from depression. As I was younger it my mother’s depressive meltdowns weren’t that big, if she ever had one I was chased to my room and wasn’t allowed to come out until my mother had finished crying. As a teenager my mother’s depressive meltdowns got worse and it was daily. She cried almost daily and more than once too. Watching my mother cry everyday took a toll My me emotionally and I ran away for the first time when I was 16. My mother from then on was angry and yelled at me and ordered me to do things in a very aggressive tone. I told my mother when I was 19 that I couldn’t take her meltdowns and anger episodes anymore and I said I was moving out. I moved out a year later and lived in my own place for 6 months before moving back in with my mother. It was worse than ever and I even tried to put positive words and give sound advice but was always told in an angry tone “your not helping” it made me feel unappreciated and I felt sad for a while. When I was 23 my mother became very doubtful and distrusting of almost everything. She was negative all the time which got to me on a deep emotional level. I decided to permanently move out into my own place again and cut ties with my mother. It’s been almost 2 years since I last saw my mother and in that time I traveled to Poland and Vancouver.

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      Rosemary Noelene Scott 4 months ago

      I grew up with only my mom, my father and her divorced when I was not even born and he didn’t want to be in my life. My childhood was great as I had made many friends and did many extra curricular with my mom. As a teenager my mother changed. She went from this nice kindhearted lady to a very protective one. I had to attend an all girls school as my mom constantly thought I was a flirt and would want to date any boy I cross paths with. I hated the school I went to as I hardly ever had any friends, the teachers were far too strict and the students there were really stuck up. I tried to convince my mom to let me change schools, but she refused and told me, if she let me then I’ll want to date and she didn’t believe me when I told her I wouldn’t. I didn’t understand where her fear came from.. Anyway. After I turned 18, my mother was desperate to move us all the way to the other side of the world. After we arrived in New Zealand she ordered me to get s job and go to university. We hadn’t been in the country for even a month and that’s what she wanted me to do. I obviously did it though and found a hobby in art as I enjoyed being creative. I got a job in a local New Zealand ice cream parlour and I hated it. I worked there 4 days a week for 3 years and I was glad when I quit. In 2011, I moved out of home after nearly a year of my mother begging me to move out. After I moved out, I believe my mother moved back to where I was born I didn’t see her again, her New Zealand number didn’t work anymore and I decided to not worry about it. I’ve been doing well lately.

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      Elizabeth Monroe 4 months ago

      I was born in July of 1974, to my parents and older sister. Everything was great until I was 6. My parents started hating eachother and constantly fighting. My mother cheated on our father with his best friend. Our father filed for a divorce and they got divorced in 1981. Our mother continued to date numerous guys after that and sending us to multiple places which included. Our grandmother, our mother’s friend, babysitters, and even a neighbor our mother barely knew. Confusion played a big role between my sister and I. When I was 12 my mother remarried to this awful looking guy, his personality was horrendous and he was messy all. the. time. she loved him and for the longest time I couldn’t figure out why. She gave birth to my younger half sister a couple of years later and automatically after she was born, the guy our mother remarried didn’t love her anymore and wanted a divorce. The day they got a divorce was a really good day for all of us, except our mother. Our mother was heartbroken, she says she was head over heals in love with him but looking back, I don’t think she was. A few years later she met this new guy and remarried to him after almost a year. I was appalled in my mother and couldn’t bare to see anymore so I moved away with my great aunt. I didn’t hear from her until 1991. She had given birth to 2 more children and was engaged to a new man. I was shocked and angry at her as she looked and acted like she was desperate to find continuous relationships. Her words were “I’m just so obsessed with get remarried, I love the wedding process” my mother wasn’t that far away from turning 41, and was talking about having a few more children. I decided to cut ties with her for a while, until she stopped with this obsession. 10 years later, it’s 2001, I’m married, had a 2 year old son and twins on the way, we were relaxed, that is until my mother saw me and my son in the grocery store and wanted to be in his life, I didn’t want my mother in my children’s life because I didn’t want them subjected to her obsession. My mother had 4 children with her, and told me she was single again and she’s looking for a new relationship. I left the grocery store quickly after that and each time I went out I saw my mother, it was like she was waiting for me. At one point she asked me if I can find her a man, I told her she’s crazy and for her to leave me alone. Since that day I haven’t seen my mother anywhere, like nowhere. I started to think she moved away and believed that after a while. As of now, I’m doing really well, and I’m really happy.

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      Eleisha 4 months ago

      Arguing, bickering, critiquing and resentment was all I knew in my teen years. It damaged me emotionally and I had to go to therapy for 5 years. I’m now 27 and the damange is still partly there but, I feel more confident and thankful I cut ties with certain people in my family.

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      Winona B 4 months ago

      I was born in 1983 to my mother who was only 15. My grandparents took care of me for most of my life, because my mother was irresponsible and going out all the time with her friends partying. I had no clue who my father was and to this day i still don’t know. As a teenager my mother seemed to shape up, she got a part time job working in a book store and started to party less. I saw my mother occasionally but she knew nothing about me and I barely knew anything about her. In 1999, I went to live with a good friend of mine because my grandmother was developing lupus and my grandfather was constantly in and out of hospital with numerous health problems. In 2001, I met this guy and fell in love almost straight away, which sounds silly as I barely knew much about him, but he was gorgeous and had a fun loving personality. We only dated for a really short time before I found out I was pregnant. I told the guy I was with and he supported me for a little while, he was 19 and I was 18 at the time and we were both terrified to become parents. I remember the day (it was a day after my first ultrasound) I told my grandparents. The look on their faces made me feel so ashamed in myself, how could I be so careless?.. my mother was a teen mom, was she like this? I asked my grandmother that question and I never got a reply, it was almost like she was scared to say anything. My grandfather cried, he was scared for me and frustrated with the situation. Seeing him cry was the absolute worst thing I’ve ever seen. The upcoming months before I gave birth were stressful as I had to plan (with the help of my grandmother) everything for my baby. My baby’s father helped occasionally but everytime I saw him after he found out, he grew more and more distant. Eventually we broke up and the asshole wiped us from his life. I gave birth to my daughter Ainsley Rose in August 2002. She completed me, my heart was full and my grandparents adored her. After Ainsley was born, I decided to move back in with my grandparents, I wanted Ainsley to have a healthy and structured environment. In 2004 my grandfather sadly passed away and I had to help look after my grandmother and my 2 year old daughter. I’d admit, it was beyond stressful for me at times but I got through it. In 2006, I met a new guy, who I got introduced to by my best friend and we started going out. He was a great father figure to Ainsley and I was hoping that things would work out great for us. We got married in 2008 while I was heavily pregnant with my second baby. I gave birth to my son Paxton Reese in late October 2008. We were a family, we moved to this beautiful house shortly after Paxton was born and brought a small puppy to add to our family. As of now we are doing really well.

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      Debbie 4 months ago

      I grew up in a special needs family. My mother has autism and adhd, my father also has autism and other psychological issues, my older sister has severe autism (she’s non verbal) and my younger sister has Down Syndrome. It was hard because both my parents had weekly meltdowns, caused by sensory overload or auditory overload. My older sister was sent to live with a family friend for a couple of years before she was put to live in a severe disabled living facility for life. My older sister had her own room and had fully trained and compassionate staff 24/7. My father went to live with our grandma (his mother) a year later. My mother stayed living at home as she was still trying her best to look after my younger sister and I. In 2008, my mother called our granny (her mother) to take my younger sister and I as she didn’t want to have us there anymore, as she couldn’t handle us anymore. (We weren’t badly behaved, she just had frequent overloads) our granny took care of us for a few years, by this time I had a full time job and was planning on living in my own house. As of now my younger sister is still living with our granny and we go out to lunch every Saturday together.

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      Catherine Boyd 4 months ago

      Terrie, I’m terribly sorry that your brother is not a nice person. He should be in military school for his behaviour. No one should speak to your mother or you that way ever. I’m disgusted in him, and maybe talk with your mother about how your feeling and try and convince her to move away from him. If that doesn’t work, then the only way would be to wait until she’s officially had enough. Once that happens then the possibility of you and her moving away is 95-100 percent.

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      Lulu 4 months ago

      Thanks for sharing your story

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      Terrie Anne 4 months ago

      Let’s just start this off by saying, my mother isn’t an issue. She’s the most kindhearted person you’ll ever meet. The problem is my brother. Who doesn’t deserve to be called that as he’s a horrible person, he sets out to make everyone around him miserable and he treats my mother and I like dirt sometimes. I’m extremely uncomfortable around him and I’m getting to the point where I don’t want anything to do with him. I’ve felt sad and scared because of him. I really wish my mother could move us away from him, but everytime I bring up that topic she says “we can’t leave him” (keep in mind he’s 25) it upsets me to think she still wants him in our life. He also calls my mother names like idiot and stupid. It’s truely sickening.

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      No Narcs 4 months ago

      Melissa sounds like your mother is malignant narcissist.

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      Kaelyn 4 months ago

      I’m Kaelyn I’m 16 and I have 3 older half brothers named Tommy, Kade and Michael. I have 2 younger full sisters named Stephanie and Chloe. My mother has been in 3 previous marriages that only lasted a year, 8 months and 16 months. Currently my mother is single and raising 6 children on her own.

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      Sebastian 4 months ago

      My mum who was my supporter, advocate and my best friend, turned against me in 2015 from lies her boyfriend told her about me. I tried many times to convince my mum that what he said wasn’t true, but she believed him over her own son. I moved away at the end of 2015 and haven’t been back since. I still feel crappy and feel emotional when I think about it. I just hope my mum realised that he’s lying and wants to speak with me again.

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      Anne Scott-Turner 4 months ago

      Both my parents have special needs. My mom has Down syndrome and my dad is on the autism spectrum. Growing up both my sister and I spent a lot of time with our grandmother as there were times our parents couldn’t care for us. At one point I when I was 6 and my sister was 5 our grandmother wanted to adopt us as she could care for us better and we enjoyed being there more. Our grandmother legally adopted us when I was 7 and my sister was 6. We from then on my sister and I only visited our parents on the weekends. When I was 19 and my sister was 18, our mother was sent to live in a disabled nursing facility as her dependence level was decreasing and she was getting more and more tired. Our father lived on his own for many more years as he was quite independent (he only needed a small amount of guidance) before he went to live with a friend of his (his friend was neuro-typical) . Now your probably wondering since both our parents were special needs.. do we have any traits or are we special needs.. well my sister shares similar spectrum traits with our dad, but overall she’s relatively normal. I on the other hand feel and act like any other 26 year old, I have a job and own my own house. My sister still lives with our grandmother but in a few years I think she’ll be able to live in her own house, if not then she can come camp with me.

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      Laura Roberts 4 months ago

      My mother had me when she was almost 37 years old. I was her first and only child. My mother had been in and out of toxic relationships most of her life. My father who I’ve only met twice is living abroad in another country with god knows who. Growing up my mother was awfully protective of me and wouldn’t let me do things most children my age did, she’d keep me away from ‘harm’ when there wasn’t any. She’d have constant arguments with my teachers and when I was in year 7, the schools district officer kicked me out of the school as my mother was causing an obscene disruption. I then developed anxiety which caused multiple meltdowns a day, it was terrible. I was afraid to go anywhere with my mother as I feared she’d find something to pick at and then cause a scene. At 14 I told my mother how she made me feel, and she then played the victim card, cried and said “you’re all I got, I have no one else, I gave up everything for you” and be to honest many times her victim guilt trip would work but as I got older I got smarter in that situation and it no longer worked on me. When I was 18, my mother didn’t want me to be away from her, she hated the fact I wanted to go to college and board there as it would be a convenience (the college was 2 hours away) but I really wanted to go as I wanted to study Drama. I told her that for 3.5 years. After i turned 21, I got a friend to help enroll me into the college and I started in term 2. I packed my belongings and said farewell to my mother who, didn’t want to hug me goodbye. I left with a friend and started attending college. I shared a dorm with 2 girls from Colorado and they’re my best friends still to this day.

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      Boy blue 4 months ago

      My mom ruled our house with an iron fist. She was physically, emotionally and especially mentally, abusive. she was not comforting, affectionate, none ignored that stuff. She's still that way. She's never had anything positive to say. All of these things over time (not much time) molded me into an angry, rebellious person. I was smoking cigarettes at 13, pot at 14 and I was an alcoholic by age 15 (literally a fifth to my self EVERY day). I went through hell as a teenager. Constantly bullying. It didn't help that I was the only black kid in a predominantly white school. I couldn't even walk down the halls without being called a racial slur. On top of that I had to go home to mean spirited mother who had nothing else better to do than to explode and physically lash out in me and my older brother. My older was the tougher one, he would take beating to save me from one. I sweatband she used to try to kill him, I think what made her mad was that, he wouldn't cry. He would just ask if she wasn't done yet. Then my brother ran away when he turned 17. I'll never forget that, I cried my fucking eyes out that day. By the time I was 16, I was leaving for weeks on end. Skipping school. Doing drugs, you name it. Eventually dropped out. It took me years and many overdoses to finally get my head straight. I just turned 23 and im starting my first semester of college next year. My moms still around, still the same person, but now I just ignore her, it's for the best.

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      Sabre 4 months ago

      I grew up in England with only my mum, my supposed father left before I was born and I grew up as an only child. I lived a great life and had many friends and owned 3 gorgeous dogs. When I was 17, I was diagnosed with a autoimmune disease and was in and out of hospital for a year. I was put on dialysis as a last resort to save my kidneys as this autoimmune disease I had was severely damaging my kidneys. My mum, bless her she stayed by my side the entire time, holding back tears and staying strong when I got emotional. She was and still is my rock. I still have thus autoimmune disease and still on dialysis but monthly now (it was weekly before)

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      Katie-Lynn 4 months ago

      Growing up with very strict parents had an impact on me, i was afraid to go out with friends at night or go out for weekend sleepovers with my friends as I was scared to break my parents rules and even though they’d let me go out a few times, I was still afraid I’d get in trouble. It was just the affect of having strict parents. I’d like to say that strict parsnts really irk me, they create sneaky kids, and even though I’m not exactly sneaky, my little sister is and it’s not very good as she sneaks out all the time. When I have kids, I’ll never be strict with them and that’s a promise.

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      Frank Callum-Aileen 4 months ago

      I grew up with my mom Anne, step dad Adrian and half sister Julia. I had a great childhood, made many school accomplishments, went on family vacations in the summer and learnt how to make a lava cake. When I was a teenager, my half sister developed an eating disorder and her weight dropped to a lifeless 75 pounds. She was just skin and bones and getting weaker and weaker by day. This put a strain on my parents relationship as they didn’t have enough time for anything other then to try and safe my sister, and at one point we were all told she may not make it. My dad who was always this big rock, I had never saw him cry in my life, I saw him sitting out in our back deck, sobbing.. my mom who was in her room, with the door locked had said she hated him and wanted to leave her family and go off to the next town and live a new life. Seeing my sister in the hospital fighting for her life was hard. But good news, she survived but had extensive organ damage. It’s been 15 years since that last happened, my parents have been doing alright, they aren’t as close as they used to be, which is sad but at least they are working through each day with a smile. My sister has been doing alright as well, she had a double kidney transplant in 2014 and is on the waiting list to have a liver transplant, but overall she is at a healthy weight and feeling happy. I am doing alright as well, I’ve got a job in a pet store and currently going to collage to study digital media.

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      JJ (Jayna-Jay) 4 months ago

      My mother didn’t come into my life until I was an adult. Prior to her coming into my life, I had never met her. I lived in a very small town with these two people who I truely believed were my actual parents. I found out they weren’t when I was 19, I didn’t care, they loved me and did all they could for me to have a good life, they were they for me through everything and supported everything I did. I saw them as family regardless. My mother had my ‘parents’ phone number and rung them wanting to see me, since I was an adult, it was my decision. It took months before I agreed to meet with my mother for brunch at a local cafe. I asked many questions and to why she was never in my life, i was partly angry with her as it took her 19 years to talk to me and to spend time with me. She at first kept trying to change the subject, but after our brunch, I took her outside to properly talk to her, she finally gave in and told me. My mother was at the time dealing with a long term breakup with her boyfriend (they apparently dated for 10 years, I don’t really believe that, but anyway) and they way she coped was going out to parties all the time, having one night stands with strangers and drinking alcohol like it was water. My mother told me that she got pregnant with my older sister (who I never knew existed) and gave her up for adoption as she didn’t want to be a mother anymore and not even a year later, she was pregnant with me. (She had another one night stand, and conceived me) and after I was born, my grandma looked after me until, I was a year old and then gave me to her niece and nieces husband. (That’s why my mother had their number) my mother continued partying and having countless one night stands before she hit rock bottom and had liver damage from the amount of alcohol she consumed. She was told if she didn’t stop drinking excessive amounts of alcohol then she’d have a serious liver problem that a transplant will only fix. That scared my mother and she stopped. She lived with her mother for many years before living on her own. She had only been living on her own for 3 years before meeting with me. My mother swore to me that she’s not like that anymore, and asked if I wanted to live with her. I declined nicely as when she asked, I got a really weird feeling, almost like someone was telling me not to go. I’m happy I listened to that voice as I’ve been told that, that voice you hear is your instincts talking (they’re usually always right) and you have to always listen to them as they sense things before you do. My mother got annoyed at me saying no and walked off. I was offended and stayed sitting there for an hour trying to process everything. I didn’t see my mother again after that and i didn’t really care. I was more concerned about my older sister and I wanted to meet her. I got in contact with my grandma and she gave me my sisters mobile number. I spoke to her and at first she didn’t believe me and told me to stop calling her as she doesn’t have any siblings. My grandma organised a ‘gathering’ at her house only for my sister and I. After we met, we talked and at the end of that day, we were inseparable. Literally she wanted to move from her house and buy a house just for the both of us. I agreed and it’s been over 2 years since we’ve met and we get closer as sisters everyday.

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      Ellie 4 months ago

      I relate so much to you.

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      Florence 4 months ago

      I was born in 1972. My parents were married for 11 years and went through 9 miscarriages. My parents had basically given up on trying to have kids. This caused a lot of my parents fights before I was born. After I was born, you’d think they’d get along like bread and butter but sadly they didn’t. My father cheated several times on my mother and before I even said my first words, they divorced. I was told that my father went to live in Newcastle with a girl he met. I lived with my mother until I was 3 before she sent me to live with my wonderful grandparents. My mother was desperate to find a new man, she hated being a single mother and needed a guy to complete her. It seemed like I wasn’t enough for her. I had an enjoyably time living with my grandparents, they helped me when I needed help and took me on many joyous holidays. I saw my mother once a month for a few hours every month, which was good as she was always happy to see me, but there was never a time she didn’t bring up a guy she met or a break up she had. When I reached my adult years, I met this guy and fell in love instantly (it was love at first site, for me that is) we dated for a few years before I found out I was pregnant with my first child. The man I was with, acted as if it was a joke and dumped me. I felt angry and ashamed in myself. After my son was born in 1995 I moved back with my grandparents for a while before I figured out living arrangements. The man I was with didn’t want anything to do with our son and wiped us both from his life. A year later I fell into the trap again and fell in love with this guy who I thought was the most ‘considerate’ person I had ever met. We only dated for a little while before I found out I was expecting my second child. He was actually excited and helped me a lot through my pregnancy. After my daughter was born in 1997, I felt like this was going to be our forever, we were a family. I was wrong. A friend of mine caught him cheating on me with another girl. I was so hurt and angry and when I saw him again, I told him how I felt, took the kids and went back to my grandparents house. The third time (the last) I met this guy who was a real charmer, he was gorgeous, he had it all and I certinally believed he loved me. We dated for 4 years before getting married. I had my third and final child in 2002. Things seemed perfect almost like a fairytale. I never once thought that this would end badly. Well, a month after my third child was born, I had my grandparents watch them for the night as I celebrated one of my friends birthday. I saw my then husband kissing another girl and had his hands all over her, I confronted him and he told me to F off and that he didn’t love me anymore. I cried, on my best friends birthday. I felt like I ruined her birthday and I felt so, so stupid in myself for doing this a third time. Afterwards we got a divorce and I once again moved back with my grandparents. By this point, my grandfather was ill and my grandmothers time and energy was looking after him. We were lucky they let us stay there. After a while, my grandfather was on the mend and I talked to them about everything. I realised I was acting like my mother. I decided I didn’t want to be like that and moved into our very first house shortly after. (My grandfathers sister owned a block of land, and me and my children moved there)

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      Jane Hallington 4 months ago

      I was put into foster care when I was 10 by my own mother. She put me in care because she said I “caused” her depression. My mother suffered from depression for many years and I believe she had it before I was born. I felt guilty and being only 10 I believed what she told me was true. My teenage years were the worst as, I was afraid to really enjoy anything as when I did enjoy something, I got taken out of the family I was with and put with a new one. I was diagnosed with severe anxiety and depression when I was 14 and put on an antidepressant which unfortunately made things worse. I won’t go into detail of what happened but I ended up living in a psychiatric hospital until I was 16. When I turned 18, I moved far away from everyone. I had no clue where I was going, I just wanted to leave. I ended up living in hotels on and off for 5 years. It sucked but it was the only proper accommodation I had. When I was 24, a lady who was moving away with her husband wanted to sell her 1974 style house, they tried for 2 years and were about to give up and leave the house to decay. I decided I wanted to move there as it was literally walking distance from a local shopping centre. I moved in not even a week later. I lived there until I was 30.

      After I turned 30 I moved out and moved into a newer house which was fully furnished. 10 years later and I still live in this house. It’s a great house and I want to continue living here for as long as I can.

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      Frances 4 months ago

      This is practically my story and I'm glad you told it. People do not understand until they deal with it. I make no excuses for abusive behavior, and I'm not confusing discipline and abuse. I do not speak to my mother now because of how cruel and manipulative she is. I thought for so long no one understood.... But not true. Thank you for sharing your story and your pain.

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      Sophia 5 months ago

      I’m Sophia I’m 19 and from the United Kingdom, my mum who is a wonderful person raised me and my twin brother all by herself with no proper help from her family as they live in another country. Our father who seriously doesn’t deserve to be called that, as he was never a father to us and never in our life, we’ve actually never met him and to be honest I never want to meet him. My brother feels the same and he has said many times if he ever does somehow meet him, he’ll pop him one in the jaw. I’m so glad our Mum was there for us all our life, she was there though thick and thin and I’m so grateful for her, we had a fantastic life and she raised us very well.

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      Tierne 5 months ago

      When my parents divorced, my sister and I moved in with our aunt and uncle for 10 months. We then moved back home and our mom had met a new man and this man was very possessive of her and demanded all of her attention. Mom remarried on the 24th of August 2004. it was a very odd wedding and I don’t want to remember much of it. I thankfully have blocked majority of it out. After their wedding we all went on their honeymoon as a ‘family’ I don’t refer to my step dad as ‘dad’ because he was nothing to me, he was an awful role model and very manipulative of our mom. 5 years had passed and I could tell that mom was feeling ashamed of herself for rushing into another relationship without much thought. She wanted to divorce him in 2009, but he didn’t want a divorce and acted like a psycho and punched a whole in the wall. Mom freaked out and we all stayed in a hotel that night. My older sister begged mom to leave him and mom wanted to, but was scared to say anything more about it to him. The next day we went back home, thankfully he was gone (he must of stayed somewhere else) because we packed our suitcases and other belongings and left as quickly as we could. We all stayed at moms friends house that night and she booked a flight for us to get out of the state. We left that weekend and didn’t look back, mom threw her wedding ring down a drain in the city and we haven’t heard anything from him at all.

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      Anne Devani 5 months ago

      Ella, I lost two people to kidney disease.. I lost my great aunt and a friend to this disease. Your mother is afraid to lose you, you stated that she nearly lost you when you were young, that fear she has may never go away. Just because you are all better now doesn’t mean all her fears will go. You need to be understanding of your mother and comfort her when she does fear something.

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      Laura Rose 5 months ago

      To Ella, your mother nearly lost you. You are her CHILD. You are her world and you mean a lot to her. Kidney disease is not something you just brush off, It’s not something you just forget about, just because you are healed now. She probably has post traumatic stress disorder from watching you go through all of that struggle.

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      Katherine Launceston 5 months ago

      My parents were old fashioned and raised us in an old fashioned environment, both my sisters and I were bullied because of how they were and it made me feel like crap. When I hit my teenage years I didn’t want to follow their old fashioned rules anymore and rebelled and went out for the first time by myself with money my sister gave me and brought my first actual outfit and even some makeup. My parents were horrified at what I was doing, but I felt better that I was wearing something I was comfortable in and felt pretty in. I didn’t get bullied anymore after that, and made some fiends, we went out, against my parents wishes (they didn’t want me to have friends who were of old fashioned culture) and got more outfits to fill a wardrobe. My parents kicked me out when I was 17 and I went to live with one of my best friends for a year and then I moved into an apartment, which was walking distance from shops, doctors offices, and the pharmacy. I didn’t have a car until my late 20s and when I did get my license I took advantage and drove for as long as I could. It was a bad idea as I got lost many times but as least I was having fun and enjoying my life. Once my parents got word of me driving, they wiped me from their life and they moved away and I haven’t seen them for 26 years now. I didn’t realise how long it’s been.. it just hit me now. Wow

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      Ella 5 months ago

      My mother nearly lost me when I was 6, I was born with kidney disease and was in and out of hospital until my life saving transplant in 2001. After my transplant my mother has been so over protective of me, scared every time I cough, sneeze or heavily sigh. She thinks something is seriously wrong. I understand she nearly lost me but it’s been over 16 since my transplant why is she still like this? Doctors have said that I won’t need another transplant if these new kidneys continue doing good, which they are.

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      Nathaniel 5 months ago

      I was born in Washington to my parents Jane and Craig, I was their first child and after I was 6 months old, they put me into acting. From 8 months onwards I was in tv shows, movies and commercials. I never had a normal life, never went to a normal school, never had proper friends (I only had friends from the film side of things) I wanted to leave the spotlight when I was 10, I had enough of it. It was constant, it felt like it never stopped. I also felt isolated from everyone else. I fell into a deep depression when I was 15 and was taken to hospital after a severe mental breakdown. I am happy that i got out of it. But I only got out of it because I told my parents, if I continued in the tv industry that they would not have a son anymore. That scared my parents, which sounds horrible, but I needed to say that, because once I did, my father spoke to a few people and I was dropped from the industry. I took a long break from everything after that. I decided to take care of my grandma for a while as she was sick and almost 80 and had just lost her second husband to the same disease her first husband and my grandad passed away to. I enjoyed caring for her and decided to go to collage a couple years later to study aged care nursing. I became a full time aged care nurse when I was 28 and have been doing alright. My grandma now goes to the nursing home I work in and I occasionally get to help her with things, she’ll be 96 tomorrow.

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      Abigail 5 months ago

      I was born into a mentally ill family. My mother had adhd and ongoing schizophrenic episodes, my father had intermittent anger issues and possible psychosis, my older brother had childhood schizophrenia (he got it from my mother’s side) and my older sister had severe cerebral palsy. I was the only ‘normal’ one. We constantly were at our grandparents place, we practically lived there. My older brother was constantly admitted into the psychiatric ward of the hospital. I had to watch my father have explosive anger episodes, I had to watch both my mother and brother hallucinate and have ongoing meltdowns, and I had to watch my older sister go into a disabled living facility when she was 14 due to her severe disability and the fact both my parents were unable to care for her complex needs. I was surprised my older brother didn’t go with her and was surprised I didn’t got into foster care or to go and live with my grandparents. My grandparents weren’t normal either but they didn’t have schizophrenia or explosive anger issues. I believe my grandmother had Aspergers as she was repetitive and had little to no eye contact and my grandfather had adhd. But both of them had really high IQ’s (my grandmothers IQ was 140 and my grandfathers IQ was 136) when I entered adulthood I went to university for a few years before dropping out as I had severe mental strain. University wasn’t my forte so to speak. I got a job at a hair salon when I was 22 and absolutely loved it. My mother put my older brother in a permanent psychiatric residential facility, when he was 26 and I moved away from home after that. I visited them every month after that, just to check on them. Each time their behaviour got worse and worse, to the point, where I believed my parents can’t be living on their own anymore, I put my father in a disabled/nursing facility and I put my mother in a shared psychiatric facility. Both of them had very different needs and my mother didn’t qualify to be in the same facility. I used to visit them on a weekly basis, but after a while I stopped as it hurt me too much to see them that way.


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