This is a rambling post…
But I used to be in a civil service post and the difference between my expectations, actual work, being under people with selfish ambitions, brought a serious toil on my confidence and sense of purpose. I quitted my job last August, and took very long to find my purpose again. I was doing nothing at all for a few months, feeling out of touch with my friends, and eventually turning to arts. All these while, I did not contribute to house chores and such as in my mind, it seems that I finally had time for myself. I didn’t realise the effect I was having on my mother, who needed help with the house and also wanted time for herself.
Everything eventually came to a boil. First it was a difficult marriage process where we had a lot of monetary issues and character clashes with the mother-in-law and a quiet son, where I felt that the husband and MIL did not truly understood my sadness of not having a happy marriage process. The MIL kept blaming my character for many issues. My mom was also very hurt from this process. She was very disappointed with how the husband handled the situation.
Afterwards, we recently had a bed bug situation at home. Initially, all I felt was a constant crazy itch when sleeping. I told my mom but as she didn’t feel the itch, she told me it was all in my mind. I was constantly on edge all day and took it out on her when I needed her help but she couldn’t keep up with my demands. I didn’t see it as disrespectful as I was almost going crazy with the itch and anxiety. But it hurted her a lot. We are slowly overcoming the bed bugs situation (pest control and such) but the distress from turning the house upside and the home not looking like a home anymore really built up. I am still constantly stressed out, especially when the cleaner suddenly somehow dragged the dead bugs around the house. My mom couldn’t really understand my fear towards those bugs and was constantly rushing to do things to bring the house back to normal, leading to many clashes. She wanted action, normalcy, while I’m still struggling with the effect of anxiety from the bed bugs.
Our recent clashes usually centre around me getting angry at her for not understanding my reactions, my anxiety, my words to her, her becoming angry in turn as I was being highly disrespectful to her as a child (”骂妈妈会天打雷劈”), me still trying to explain my reactions to her, and her not understanding and escalating her anger to the point of saying this house belongs to her, I can only stay if I tolerate her. It turned my world upside down as I could not believe that she actually thinks that I’m just someone she kept around but this isn’t my home. She mentioned that since I have married, I’m no longer her problem. This is also not my home. She only keeps me around but this isn’t my home. It’s hers. Occasionally she will show that she still cares for me, worries for me, but her words and thinking hurt me so much. Even if she may say that it’s 气话, or in retaliation for the disrespect I showed her, I can’t believe that she actually manage to think all these stuff.
How can I improve my relationship with my mom? I can’t seem to make her understand my feelings, my reactions. I try to understand her but she does not express her exact emotions. It seems like we are constantly going in circles.