Ours was not a mother-daughter relationship made of sugar and spice and everything nice, so when my mom came to stay with me for three weeks, I expected us to clash on more than one occasion. Part of the reason may have been that she was emotionally wiped upon arrival, having spent the previous couple of months preparing to move from a house to an apartment. We did. And make time for fun. My mom and I played Scrabble and watched movies.
Fighting With Your Mom Is Hard When She's Your BFF
Nothing about the last phone call I had with my mother , in December , stands out as a point of no return. Sure, we fought that day, but since explosive, hurtful, and utterly needless fights formed the bedrock of our relationship, nothing about that was remarkable. The cycle went like this: My mother and I, who lived in different states and rarely spoke in the best of times, would have an interaction that would start civilly. The ostensible focus of our fight could be anything: our family dog or Mitt Romney or which of us was worse at reading maps. But really, it was about us: the ways I felt my mother had failed me, the ways she felt I had betrayed her, our mutual horror that I was her only family alive on this earth.
Last Updated: May 19, References. Tasha is affiliated with the Dwight D. This article has been viewed , times. So, you've just had the most epic fight with your mother. You've decided to lock yourself in your room and cut off all contact, but that isn't working either.