Oh Steph, I am so impressed that you can take the high road with her acting like that. I'd be so tempted to get angry at her. But your reaction is so much healthier.
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I think my replies to her in the FB threads were as follows:
Mom: "blah blah she is a real pain..."
Me: "Actually, I am a bottomless fountain of PURE DELIGHT."
Mom: "I don't know why Tim's family puts up with her!"
Me: "They put up with me because I am a delight and they love me."
You are a delight.
My mother's family members, particularly the men, practiced teasing of a vicious nature, which is probably one reason why my mother has no self esteem. I am not particularly sorry that they're almost all dead.
Teppy, you are delightful and also incredibly understanding to your mother. I'm so sorry she treats you that way.
Teppy, you are certainly a delight. And Tim's family are smart enough to enjoy your delightful qualities, as are we here. And I bet you find the syntax of that sentence interesting; I certainly did.
Ugh, Steph. Your mother sounds like my oldest sister.
Or my FiL.
Steph, you are a delight, and the world is richer for your presence.
Thanks, all my bridesmaiddudepeople!
And here's the thing: I know my mom loves me. She was raised by a mean alcoholic whose levels of dysfunction I shudder to imagine (seeing as how he was mostly passed out by the time I came along and knew him, so I never really got to know him), so she didn't have a good model (or even a passable model) of a healthy family. And I love her. She really actually has mellowed with time.
The good part is where *I* have actually gotten perspective and some measure of mental health with time, and I totally get what she's doing when she posts teasing-mean comments on FB. I still don't like it, and I wish she wouldn't do it where Tim's family can read it, but I get it, and -- I suppose this is the most important part -- it doesn't impact my definition of myself. My self-image isn't contingent on her opinion of me any more.
Besides, I can be a pain, but not any more than anyone else. Tim's family has been on week-long vacations with me 4 times now -- and while I try to be on my best behavior and not swear like I'm in a Mamet play, they still have some idea of what I'm like. And they still love me. Because I am an endless fountain of delight.