- Mar 25, 2007
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You are really stuck. If it gets too bad, move. All you can do, sorry.
Drift: My mother and I don't get along particularly well, and recently she has been trying to get into my good graces because she thinks she can "retire" and move in with me in a few years. Ain't gonna happen. Even when she is being nice, it's exactly the way your Oma is being "nice": nitpicking and criticizing, I can't do anything right, including clean anything properly. If I put dishes in the dishwasher, put soapflakes in the dishwasher compartment, close the thing, push the button, then put the clean dishes in the cupboard, she jumps all over me that I did it wrong and unless I wipe the dishes down with Windex they are still too dirty to eat off of. She will throw fresh veggies into the garbage (the compost heap is not to be contemplated in her mind) because it "looks funny." If I point out that it was a Savoy cabbage and it was supposed to look like that, she shrugs, who cares? "Well, buy another then." She's emptied the whole fridge on me while I go to work, I've found $200 worth of groceries in the trash bin because of her. This isn't even her being elderly, because she did the same when she was in her 40s and 50s. She's just a nosy jerk. A well-meaning jerk, but a jerk nevertheless.
The only remedy for it, with all relatives chiming in, "But she's just trying to help!" was to move far far away. This way I only have to put up with it a couple times per year. If they think she's so helpful, they can enjoy her help. I'm sure she'll have fun Windexing their cutlery and trashing their pantries.
Drift: My mother and I don't get along particularly well, and recently she has been trying to get into my good graces because she thinks she can "retire" and move in with me in a few years. Ain't gonna happen. Even when she is being nice, it's exactly the way your Oma is being "nice": nitpicking and criticizing, I can't do anything right, including clean anything properly. If I put dishes in the dishwasher, put soapflakes in the dishwasher compartment, close the thing, push the button, then put the clean dishes in the cupboard, she jumps all over me that I did it wrong and unless I wipe the dishes down with Windex they are still too dirty to eat off of. She will throw fresh veggies into the garbage (the compost heap is not to be contemplated in her mind) because it "looks funny." If I point out that it was a Savoy cabbage and it was supposed to look like that, she shrugs, who cares? "Well, buy another then." She's emptied the whole fridge on me while I go to work, I've found $200 worth of groceries in the trash bin because of her. This isn't even her being elderly, because she did the same when she was in her 40s and 50s. She's just a nosy jerk. A well-meaning jerk, but a jerk nevertheless.
The only remedy for it, with all relatives chiming in, "But she's just trying to help!" was to move far far away. This way I only have to put up with it a couple times per year. If they think she's so helpful, they can enjoy her help. I'm sure she'll have fun Windexing their cutlery and trashing their pantries.