Mother turns her son against me

To be honest, write your ownConfession is very difficult. I am 42 years old, my son is 21. I have been divorced for many years, and I am raising my son alone. What I didn’t receive as a child, I try to give to my son,love for two, to develop, to see the world, I talk and open up to him the world of psychology, respect and relationships between people, I talk about kindness and compassion. He has a complex character, hot-tempered and sometimes aggressive, similar to his exhusband . I was bullied at school all the years because I was from a single-parent family, and even at that time I was poorly dressed, modest, with a bunch of complexes instilled by my mother, there was no father,my mother told me that she dreamed of a son, but I was born and didn’t even choose a name. The father was alive then, and she told him: “go, register her, and come up with a name for her yourself.” For a whole month I was just a girl, and not Stasik, whom they were waiting for.

All these years I have been turning this all over in my head, because I don’t understand and will never understand how anyone could even tell me this. test-antibiotic.com didn’t try to find a common language with me, she beat me, pulled my hair if I didn’t eat her borscht, which had been in the refrigerator for 10 days. Mom arranged a personallife is active, I spent my entire childhood in Pioneer camps with tears in my pillow at night, she didn’t send me to sections, didn’t develop me, didn’t go anywhere with me. After the camps, I came back with lice, and she took me to the hairdresser and got me a boy’s haircut (I won’t continue further, I have to dive too deep into where I don’t want to go). For some, childhood is happy years, but I would like to erase them from my memory.

Years have passed. I leftmarried _ Divorce . I began to pay attention long ago and for many years thatmy son is aggressive towards me, without respect, swearing can come from him. My close friends tell me that I turn myself inside out, I give my heart to him, and in the meantime someone is turning it against me, aggression towards me out of the blue, an evil look. I thought for many years that it was genetics, thatthe girl may have appeared and he was confused, then thought she was copying the behavior of one of his friends. And yesterday I found out that my mother has been turning my son against me, talking badly about me, for many years behind my back. She said that I have to work not one job, but two, in order to support everyone, that my wardrobe is too large, and she calls him and says a lot of things, programs him to hate me, and love and pity for himself.

Say what I feelBetrayal from mom is an understatement. It's been cold for many yearsattitude , her legs don’t go to her, she received a lot of mental trauma from her, which you can’t open and tell everyone. Once my son and I were going on vacation, and she reluctantly lived with us because we have a dog. Upon arrival, I discovered that my entire wardrobe had been rummaged through, my box was broken, this was the aggression with which she was apparently looking through something. I always pampered her, pleased her with new clothes, surprises, flowers, souvenirs, but her appetites are growing, like in a fairy tale about a goldfish, and test-antibiotic.com is not enough for her. By the way, two properties were once registered in her name, I have been asking her to re-register one in my name for two years now, but she refuses, each time for a new reason. It’s like I live at home, but she’s the owner. Sometimes I feel like I was adopted.

And so I want to get advice, to ask, would it be terrible for me to cut off all communication with my mother and, setting a bad example for my son, how did I turn away from her? Well, I can’t and don’t want to communicate with her, I feel bad after communicating. She still humiliates me, hits me hard, knowing some of my weaknesses. I came on January 1 to congratulate her with gifts and an envelope of money, it was enough for 10 minutes, and everything started as before. My mother humiliated me with unnecessary and very stupid advice, and in tears, at 42 years old, I called a taxi and flew, stumbling away from her and away. She is very arrogant towards people, she also played a role in my loneliness in many ways. But life goes on. Am I a bad daughter?