The woman who raised me (I refuse to call her "mom" or any variant, for my own reasons) plays favorites, and picked her biological child as her favorite. Thus, she lets him get away with being an emotionally abusive shitlord. The one time he dared to hit me hard enough to bruise, she told me I "Shouldn't have made him mad." and when she worked at the high school I attended and I was getting things thrown at me in the annex off the main hallway, where there were no lockers or classrooms, she told me "Maybe you shouldn't sit there."

She victim blamed me, and wasn't an advocate for me. I ended up getting hurt during a volleyball camp, and she yelled at me for not getting up off the ground on my own, when I wasn't capable of doing so. I was so ashamed of how she treated me that I didn't go to get my injury looked at by my doctor at the time. I now have almost no cartilage in the affected area.

When I was having difficulties with getting chores done during the day after getting officially diagnosed with depression and anxiety, and finding out that I'm on the Autism spectrum, she tried to talk to me about doing the chores, but used a tone of voice that I find incredibly condescending, talking to me like I was an animal she was trying to keep calm.

When I went for an outpatient procedure, I brought a comfort item (a yarn doll my best friend had made me) with me, and she threw a fit about me having a doll. I finally had to tell her "Stuff your opinions, I want my doll!" in front of a nurse just to get her to give me my doll.

She has repeatedly said that someone "My Age" shouldn't have toys. She has damaged my property in the past and blamed me for it getting damaged. She keeps claiming she "forgets" when she makes promises to me. She has accused me of taking advantage of my friends when they have invited me along on adventures, and she doesn't like letting me have an area of the basement (which hardly anyone goes down into during the week, aside from her husband and myself) just for my own hobbies.

So no, I don't have a good relationship with her. When I am able to, I am going to get so far away that she and her husband and their biological child and his wife won't be able to find me. and I'll make it difficult for them to even try.

My birth mother was the slave of a man who enjoyed isolating and torturing his wife and children. She threatened to leave him for years, and never did. She helped him rip any self identity and personality that I had away from me, and helped him raise me to be the kind of person who would let them. I could manipulate her by the time I was in my tweens. Then they threw me out and refused to speak to me anymore when I was in my teens because the government no longer was paying family allowance for me, and they didn't want me going to church, which was my only source of friends. I finally told the police what was going on out there, so that my younger sisters wouldn't have to go through what I and the other older ones did. After that, my birth mother didn't talk to me for years. Then she started calling and emailing me and wanting me to go out dancing with her and to treat her like a mom and stuff. Around the time I started to trust her a little she stopped talking to me, and I haven't heard from her since.

There was a lady I met in my early to mid twenties who took me into her home after I had tried killing myself, and then patiently taught me how to be a human being and that I had value. She became a friend like you read about in the good stories. I could tell her all my secrets, and she told me many of hers. We prayed for people, I learned to enjoy house cleaning, and learned to trust and to hug.

Then she got dementia and died. I'm just now, around six years or so after her death, getting to where I can mourn.

I hope this answers the question?

My mom is alright, but she's starting to pester me a lot, recently. Still, I guess I over her a little.

My mom have a pretty good relationship. we work hard to keep it that way as we are very similar in character on some points and we can clash horrendously if we let it go on for too long.

Even if we don't always see eye to eye, I know she'll have my back. :}

between my mom and dad. my mom is more of the disciplinarian type. My parents have such a great duo in parenting, in my opinion. Everything was okay. until my dad died of heart attack at just 42 that mom was left we nothing but a nice house and a stable meager financial assistance from insurance monthly. everything completely changed starting with our financial status and more limitations. I don't have a complicated relationship with my mom but there was a time where we have a huge misunderstanding that I didn't go home for like 3 days. it was hella-awkward for sometime before we patch things up. We're ok now, struggling with financial stuff but my mom believes well make it through esp. after my younger siblings have finished tertiary.

I had a horrible relationship with my Mother. She had be because she fell for the line that having a baby will save your marriage, as if an infant is some kind of therapy or something. She never liked the work of parenthood and made sure I never forgot for a moment how having a kid ruined her life. Then when I was seven my sister came along and boy did she LOVE my sister but she still never gave much of a damn about me except for demanding that I constantly tell her I loved her and forcing me to show physical affection to her, such as kissing her on the lips even when she had nasty oozing cold sores. If I didn't want to kiss her she'd claim I didn't love her and maybe she should just leave and never come back. Her indifference and disdain culminated when I was 14 and she let her second husband kick me out. She just offered to help me pack. To the day she died she never understood why we didn't have much of a relationship.

That sounds almost exactly like what happened to me two years ago. My mother was in the hospital and had multiple strokes. She was (and still is) very abusive to me and my sisters kids. Part of me hates her because my brain is fucked up because of her, but I love her at the same time.