My Relationship With My Mother

Ok so This blog post is going to be a kind of ranty blog post about my dysfunctional relationship with my mother, so If you don't like reading kind of sad/ kind of happy posts, I would scroll away now. Scroll away now, scroll as fast as you can! ;)
                              Anyway My relationship with my mother isn't particularly...good. If you haven't noticed already I'm a fairly messed up young adult with quite a few issues of my own, one of the most prevalent being my terrible, terrible anxiety. So what I'm trying to say is some of what my mom does and doesn't do is partially my fault as well, because, what can I say I'm just a basket of wacky all around. I've always been incredibly insecure about my body and my face and all that good stuff so I've always been told by counselors and family members that you're mother is the one you should talk to about these problems because she will understand. NEWSFLASH: she doesn't. my mom is a size two with the body of a supermodel ( there goes me ever taking her wedding dress) and she always has been therefore she doesn't really understand what its like to have body issues. I don't blame her for that how could I? What I do blame her for is the way she addresses the issues of her daughter. When I would go to her with a problem she would tell me I had to exercise and stop eating crap. I know its naïve but I just wanted her to tell me that I was beautiful the way that I was. My mom also didn't know how to handle my anxiety, she didn't seem to realize that four straight hours of yelling at me about my grades and how I didn't clean my closet didn't really do much to calm me down. As I got older She got worse. When I turned 18 she began telling me I didn't have to live in HER house and that if I was so unhappy I could just leave. It was really rough getting called at college and told you couldn't come home this weekend because she found her shirt in your dresser. Things aren't always bad. when she has her good days things are great, we'll bake together, go shopping or even just watch a movie. She's not a bad person. Not at all. I don't think my mother knows how to handle me, I don't think she ever will. I hope one day when I get older that I  can understand her more and maybe we can have the type of relationship I see all my friends experiencing. Any way that's all for my ranty blog post. I love you all and don't forget to smile!