I’m too kind to tell her.
I’m too kind to tell my mom that her parenting is one of the reasons I don’t have kids.
My mom was horribly abusive. She screamed every day all day. She regularly called me names and swore at me. She kicked me, bit me, and strangled me. She referred to her children as “parasites” and complained that we ruined her life and cost too much money. This was all noted by me.
I had to stand in the kitchen with her starting at age 10 to learn “how to be a wife.” She would scream and hit me if I made a mistake. At 15 I was doing laundry and ironing for my family of 6. My mother often forced me to babysit as many as 5 kids at once.
My parents are still together. I watched my mom work full time, run herself ragged with childcare, and handle all housework while my dad did nothing. That soured my opinion on being a mom too.
My mom made motherhood look terrible so I opted out. She would like to be best friends now but I can’t do that. I can be loving and respectful to her. I can’t stay in her home or go on vacation with her like she wants. I cannot give her grandchildren like she pressures me. I’m too kind to tell her it’s because she was a bad mother.