First off I don’t want to give the impression that I’m a Ann Landers type. And this is going to be long and disjointed because I’m a little angry right now.
But my mom behaves like a car bomb at the dinner table.
First of all it’s clear she doesn’t want to sit down and eat with us. She’d rather be doing chores. Fine, she can do what she wants. But what she does is sit down for 20 seconds and then gets up to do something. She’s always running around while everyone else is eating. I can’t stand this; all the chaos makes me nervous and I lose my appetite.
The main things she apparently has to do while we’re eating is feed the dogs and pack up my dad’s lunch for the following day. And here’s the thing: she doesn’t work. She literally has the entire day to do anything she needs to do.
She grabs food with her bare hands and puts it on her plate. Like if there’s a plate of steaks with tongs sitting next to it she’ll ignore the tongs and just grab it with her hands. She once used a spoon to scoop out dog food and then put it in bowl of mashed potatoes. And then got angry at me when I protested. She burps constantly and loudly. If she wants something from the other side of the table she just gets up and walks to that side of the table, when someone would gladly pass it to her.
I don’t say anything because a) criticism shatters her, and b) I’m being fed for free so I feel it’s not my place to complain. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.
And the thing is, she acts relatively normal in restaraunts, or when eating with anyone but my dad and me. It would actually be better if she acted this way all the time because I could say “that’s just the way she is.” But the fact is she puts effort into not offending strangers, but not with me and my dad.
The main thing that bugs me is she can’t stop waiting hand and foot on the god damn animals. She does it all day and she can’t stop, not even to eat. I know this is probably a compulsion, and I don’t complain to her about it, but again, that doesn’t mean I have to like it.
So anyway tonight I just had to leave the table after she lept up for the 20th time to respond to the whim of one of the dogs. She asked me where I was going and I said I have to eat somewhere else because the flury of activity makes me lose my appetite. I didn’t mean to be critical, but now she’s not speaking to me.
Anyway, I just wanted to talk about it. Thanks for reading if you did. And if you didn’t, I totally understand why.