I had a terrible fight with my mom Thursday night. I was overwhelmed with her micromanaging my life and constant negativity. I had a panic attack and in my fit of rage told her I couldn't stand her, among other things. I didn't say that I hated her though, because I could never hate my mother.
She needed to hear these things though. She focuses on the things to get done not the things already completed. With a laundry list of things for me to do for her, this can be a tall, ceaseless order. Her overprotective instinct won't let me leave the house with the "wrong" coat on.
I have written many a memoir about how a bird needs to jump before it can fly, but she cut cold turkey on me. It has been two days and she has not said a word to me, locking herself in her bedroom for the timespan I am in the house. I hurt her, and she is not one to forgive. My dad said that it realistically could be a month before she talks to me. He says that this needed to happen. He saw too that she was smothering me, and I was gasping for air. I just don't want to lose her. She is my mom and I will love her no matter what; I just hope things can be mended. She said they would never be the same.