I love my family dearly, but my gosh do they have their weird quirks. You know, when we moved out of our house and had to make a zillion trips to the storage unit not a single one of my family members offered to help. It was very disheartening and somewhat frustrating to Scott and I, maybe even to his family.
My husbands family on the other hand put in several hours helping us pack, box, and transport all of our belongings. I will admit right now that I was embarrassed that my family didn't lift a finger. It wasn't just that I was embarrassed, but I was humiliated in front of my husbands family that they were all helping while mine just continued on with their lives.
Fast forward five months and I'm on the phone with my mom when she asks if Scott can help lift a TV into my grandma's new place. I knew he'd be really mad at me if I didn't say something to her, so I confronted her saying "I know he'll help, but I just want to let you know that he wasn't too happy that you guys didn't help us, or even offer to help us."
You can only imagine how my insecure mother reacted. Holy jeeze. I love my mom, but her insecurities since she was a child can only be an excuse for so long. Before I knew it she was doing the horrible fake cry saying obnoxious things like "I've never felt as good as his (parents)." Oh. My. Gosh.
When I asked why she felt that way I got silence. Apparently she didn't want to elaborate; because, you know, that's what people do. You say something and then don't explain yourself. My frustration just about peaked at that point. For the next fifteen minutes we went round and round while my dad said completely ridiculous things in the background.
Don't get me wrong - I definitely felt bad saying this while my grandfather just passed away a week ago, but it was the timing of her asking us to help move things.
I think we all have insecurities, and it is how we deal with them that makes us all different. I personally have a very low insecurity level, but I do struggle with large group settings. Even giving presentations at work still scares the pants off me, but at some point you just have to suck it up and roll with it.
I feel bad for those who have deep insecurity issues where it creates paranoia and low self esteem. I'm not saying my mother is 'that' bad, but I do feel that her level of insecurity is way higher than mine.
Anyway, now it's time to enjoy the weekend....cheers!
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