Boy, did THAT comment bring back memories. I'm 61 and I have yet to do ANYTHING right in my mother's eyes. After the horrendous abuse I endured as a child, I've spent time with therapists several times to work out issues so that my adult life would not be impacted.
One time, I said to my therapist, "My mother is going to be at my house this weekend. I hate it when she comes over. No matter how hard I try, she finds things to criticize. The last time she was there, she pointed out that my tablecloth had not been ironed well, because the fold marks were still visible." My therapist asked me if I owned an iron. I said, "Of course I do." He said, "If your mother makes a comment like that again, hand her the iron and invite her to make it look the way she wants it to look . . . and make sure to tell her that it looks fine to you just the way it is." He told me that I had to see myself as an adult and I had to let her know that she needed to accept that in my house, things would only have to please me, not her.
What a liberating session that turned out to be. I actually DID let her know that she needed to understand that -- although I was her child -- I was now a functioning adult and expected her to treat me with the same courtesy she would treat anyone else in their own home. She did NOT like hearing that, but it was the beginning of her "backing off" from constantly criticizing me.
I take my cleaning lessons from the late Erma Bombeck.
- If you're too short to see the top of the refrigerator, there's not much sense in dusting up there.
- If you make your bed and there are no dirty dishes in the sink, you can pretty well fool people into thinking you're an adequate housekeeper.
My way of cleaning now: Leave out a check for the lady who comes every other Friday while I'm at work!



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It is a mini-goal of mine to be better about this.

