My bittersweet relationship with my mother.
Sometimes I love her, sometimes I hate her. She's all lovey dovey in front of me, and behind my back - she criticizes me. Like, she would tell her best friend that I don't do anything, I don't do household chores, I'm lazy, etc. Even her best friend uses a sarcastic tone with me. She has so many double standards towards me, because if I am at her place and I don't keep the washroom clean or the room clean, she straightaway starts scolding me. When she comes here and does the same, and if I ask her to clean it, look at the way she retaliates. She even uses emotional melodrama to make me feel bad. She would say, "I won't come to your place, you are this/you are that."
It infuriates to the point that I feel like disowning her. She's so, so smart that she uses emotional blackmailing technique with me to make me feel bad or to do as per her likings. I can't even have my true self or true voices come clean in front of her.
My dad always takes her side. Every elder at my place only expects the children to understand.
Another hypocrisy of my mother? She says she would support me in things she never got to do in her life, but when things actually work for me, she gets jealous and tries to wreck it by manipulating my dad.