mother's birthday / drama? natch!

[Guest guest]

So, it was my mother's yesterday (and the anniversary of Lincoln's

shooting...even as a child, I thought this was interesting, the connection

between the violent death of such an exceptional person, and the birth of

someone so cutting and suffocatingly intense.).

I called her in the morning and had the kids and my husband sing happy birthday

to her, assured her of our love, and wished her a wonderful, happy day...even as

we talked, I knew this wasn't enough. But it's all we had.

I kind of sensed (I'm sure many of you have felt sensings, like you know

someone's thinking about you or you sense you need to do something) that my

mother was expecting me to call her a second time to...I dunno, talk more about

her birthday and what a day it was! I didn't.

So I called her this morning at our scheduled time, and of course, she was mad.

'Hey mom! how was your birthday?!' Her voice was cold and steelish, you know?

'How do you THINK it was??? what do you THINK I did? I just sat here all day

getting older. "

And on the convo went. you get the idea.

I'M getting older, too. And I'm no longer feeling guilty or sad at her

neediness. Just weary of it. At the expectation that I owe her all my undivided

attention and that I'm supposed to read her silly mind. And that it's up to me

to formulate her day for her.

Her remarks screamed, " I need you to tell me what to do. I depend on your for

happiness. "

She went on trying to guilt me with more and more. It's just sad. It's sad that

on her birthday, all the woman did was basically, nothing, expecting someone

else to make something interesting happen.

Just venting. Thanks for listening!

Fiona