When I was a sophomore in high school, I wrote a poem that described exactly how depressed I felt because of all of the nonstop bullying I was facing at the public school I was in. At the time I wrote that, my mother read it and did not like it - she said I had tons to be grateful for and that I should write a happy and grateful poem for her. I responded by telling her it was hard for me to feel grateful when I was being physically assaulted on an almost daily basis both at school and at home. My mother started yelling at that response, telling me that there were people who would give anything to be able to walk and that I should just get over being punched around because that kind of bullying meant absolutely nothing in the big scheme of things.
Fast forward to today. My mother cc'ed me in a batch email where she sent that same poem I wrote back when I was a high school sophomore. She introduced the poem in the email with an interesting bit of fiction, claiming that I never told her I was being bullied and that I kept her in the dark about how bad things were at school for me. She then tried to milk it to get some sympathy as the poor unfortunate mother being shut out by her son.
I am not even angry about this anymore. It is so transparent, what she is doing. It is almost comical. She is bringing up and completely rewriting ancient history in order to get people to feel sorry for her. Well, I am not even going to dignify that by directly responding to it. My mother always has known that if she can make me upset, she can use that angle to argue that her calm words should be taken over my angry ones. My mother is now officially a sleazy exploiter of human misery - that must make her feel great about herself.
Fast forward to today. My mother cc'ed me in a batch email where she sent that same poem I wrote back when I was a high school sophomore. She introduced the poem in the email with an interesting bit of fiction, claiming that I never told her I was being bullied and that I kept her in the dark about how bad things were at school for me. She then tried to milk it to get some sympathy as the poor unfortunate mother being shut out by her son.
I am not even angry about this anymore. It is so transparent, what she is doing. It is almost comical. She is bringing up and completely rewriting ancient history in order to get people to feel sorry for her. Well, I am not even going to dignify that by directly responding to it. My mother always has known that if she can make me upset, she can use that angle to argue that her calm words should be taken over my angry ones. My mother is now officially a sleazy exploiter of human misery - that must make her feel great about herself.