gaga, to begin with I just stopped answering the phone when she called unless I was feeling particularly strong, and I stopped calling her. I've got one of those phones where you can record special voice-overs for a particular caller. I recorded myself in a flat voice saying: "Bags, it's your mother. Bags, it's your mother." Sounds bad, doesn't it? Well, that's the place I'd got to.
Then, after a couple of visits to her house where I ended up wondering why I was there (youngest DD witnessing me getting distressed by mother too), I decided that never again would I stay at her house. Unfortunately I can't just drop in for a cuppa as she lives too far away. Suffice it to say that I just grew tired of always being in the wrong, even about quite trivial things that shouldn't have been issues at all — what made my patience 'snap' was being told off and interrogated (yes, really) about washing DD's bedding (along with other things from my mother's laundry basket that would go in the same wash; she'd trained me well, you see) after DD had wet the bed at my mum's house, and getting it all out on the line and half dry before mum was even awake one morning. It was truly ridiculous and awful and only stopped when I finally snapped and yelled: "Mum! I was trying to HELP!" She hates changing beds! She apologised then but if I had not already booked train seats for the next day, I would have gathered up DD and our belongings and left immediately.
I should say that my mum wasn't complaining about DD wetting the bed. She wouldn't, and not just because she'd know that I'd bite her head off if she did. No, she was complaining about me coping with it
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Mum complained to my sister about my stand-offishness, who then 'had a go' at me. Fortunately this was in front of my husband, my sister's partner, two of my brothers and my sister-in-law. Middle brother put his arm round me and said, "It's not you." Sister's partner said soothing words about not knowing things I'd assumed my sister would have told him. My husband quietly asked my sister why she seemed so angry. Sister-in-law also supportive. The wonderful thing about this was that finally, finally, I KNEW I wasn't always in the wrong. The problem was my mother's perceptions and interpretations.