My mother and I have never had a close relationship. When I was a child, I was in foster care more than I was at home. Now, as an adult, we have a civil relationship, and I do love her, but I’m not terribly comfortable in her presence. I live 3000 miles from her and we talk on the phone once a month or so, and that works well for both of us, usually. Every time I have a surgery, however, she insists on coming here and “taking care” of me. I have a very hard time standing up to her, over anything, and I know this is a carry-over from my trying to please her when I was a child. She views her time here with me as a vacation, more than anything, I think, and this, combined with my inability to say no, has resulted in such adventures as sleeping on the Boston Harbor cruise after hobbling along the Freedom Tral three days after being released from the hospital following surgery and radiotherapy, visiting both Plimouth Plantation and Old Sturbridge Village a week after surgery, and drives to NYC and Philadelphia within a week of surgery (Heck, I’m just the passenger and navigator, there’s no reason this should tire me out, is there?)
So, I’ve another surgery coming up, and have been told that I’m not to so much as do laundry for at least 2 weeks post surgery and that I may be allowed to drive after 4 weeks. This obviously puts a major cramp in my lifestyle, but I do think I can handle it. This is horrid timing for me, as I’d planned on moving out of state the 29th of this month, but some things just can’t wait. Anyway, this weekend, I’ve been majorly depressed and made the mistake of calling my mother for support and told her I’ve yet another surgery coming up. I made it very clear, stating at least four times, that I don’t want her to come, and just needed to have her moral support. Within an hour, she’d called back, stating that she’d made arrangements to take time off work and would be staying a month!!! I again told her not to come, several times, telling her I’ve no place to put her (my son and I are currently in a hotel, pending our now postponed move), that I can’t afford to get another hotel room for her, that there’s not room here for another bed, that I need to sleep and she’d just be bored, etc. etc. etc. but she still insists on coming and is hoping we can visit Niagra Falls and NYC while she’s here. I told her again today not to come, but she says it’s her right to be here for me.
I don’t want to hurt her, but I don’t want her here!!! I know how to take care of myself following surgery, and it doesn’t entail playing tourist, nor does it entail living in a hotel room with a petulant mother upset because I can’t or won’t play tour guide.