My mother has an untreated mental illness. Unfortunately I think life circumstances growing up has made things horrible for her. Nothing is ever good enough. Like when I do a race, she only asks if I won, and if I didn't, she doesn't care. Everyone is either stupid or useless. She calls me, my sister, and my father stupid to our faces. She has no job (was fired for personality issues many years ago), no friends, no visitors. I have no idea how my dad stays with her; he's almost 70 and he's still working 60 hour work weeks. Dad says good Christians don't get divorces. She is just so full of anger at the world and it's sad.
As a child I can remember making her cry when I accidentally shaved part of my hair off playing with a razor in the shower (pretending I was shaving).
She'd always yell at me for wearing big boots, having messy hair, never wearing makeup, etc. growing up. Now she tells me my hair is too damn short and to never cut it that short again.
I've introduced her to past girlfriends and explained who they are; she still doesn't get it. She drops the slang "feminazi" and makes of queers.
She doesn't get it, she never will.
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