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)
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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If its not one thing, its your mother!!
After telling my mum that I'll cut the grass later cause it looked like it was gonna rain, there is nothing worse that cutting wet grass, she says "No no, dont bother. I'll do it after I iron your clothes and make the dinner, don't worry about it". Guilty? Me? Nope. "OK, suit yourself" I find myself saying.
Later I go and sit down to watch Grandstand and and I can see out of the corner of my eye Mumsy pushing, with all her might, a lawnmower twice the size of her up and down the garden. Fuck sake. Start to feel a bit guilty so I close the blinds to block out the view.
Eventually go out and explain to her it was a self drive mower so she didn't have to push it, just pull a lever and it would drive itself. Felt so much better.
And yes it did start raining, good job I was inside. Held back a HUGE "Told you so" when she finished. Ha
Size, girth, circumference etc.
( , Mon 17 Oct 2005, 16:27, Reply)
After telling my mum that I'll cut the grass later cause it looked like it was gonna rain, there is nothing worse that cutting wet grass, she says "No no, dont bother. I'll do it after I iron your clothes and make the dinner, don't worry about it". Guilty? Me? Nope. "OK, suit yourself" I find myself saying.
Later I go and sit down to watch Grandstand and and I can see out of the corner of my eye Mumsy pushing, with all her might, a lawnmower twice the size of her up and down the garden. Fuck sake. Start to feel a bit guilty so I close the blinds to block out the view.
Eventually go out and explain to her it was a self drive mower so she didn't have to push it, just pull a lever and it would drive itself. Felt so much better.
And yes it did start raining, good job I was inside. Held back a HUGE "Told you so" when she finished. Ha
Size, girth, circumference etc.
( , Mon 17 Oct 2005, 16:27, Reply)
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