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This is a question The passive-aggressive guilt trip

My mother is an expert in the guilt-trip. Last week she phoned to say "Happy Birthday" and, after a 10 minute conversation, finished with, "Well, I hope you have a nicer time than I did on the day you were born."

She also stated that she was going to kill herself when she reached 65. On Christmas Day morning. Having rung up to see if there was anything she could bring for lunch.

I think it's just a mother thing, but how good are your relatives and friends at the passive-aggessive?

(, Thu 13 Oct 2005, 9:52)
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when i work myself into this i probly deserve it...
so, i go round girlfriends on a thursday nite, the day after her brother comes back from the old US of A. now her bro is a top bloke and i know most of the guys he hangs around with. As it's his homecoming, he gets a group round and they prepare to go out on the lash.
*tactless b/f moment* 'Miss Ting? can i go too?'
so yeah that didnt end up too well. now i'd got myself here there was no way out...
she'd said yes in the most reluctant of ways, so i started getting ready, but then i came back to her to talk to her as in 'are you sure it's ok?' type thing and we came to the conclusion that if i didnt go now, things would be awkward.
cue more silence of the aforementioned type and i REALLY wanted to back out and stay with her, but her mood was getting more and more hostile.
so along came the taxi. having taken the advice that she gave me that i should go, i went outside. i was really backing out at this point so the taxi driver said 'are you coming, tom?' and everyone was looking at me - 4 people in the taxi, 1 unimpressed girlfriend at the door, and probly most of birchington high street.
'.......erm.......yeah' i STUPIDLY said.
*cue slamming of front door, and me having to explain i'm going back in to take on the impossible task of making things up.*
luckily, i admitted my defeat, and we went out on the lash with her mum and mums fiancee. much drinkage and falling about ensued, til we got back home and got down with the inevitable...
if you were me, what would you have done (other than not be a tactless prick and ask to go in the first place)?
(, Sat 15 Oct 2005, 12:38, Reply)

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