I had gone 39 years without having a major fight with my mother. Sure, when I was a teenager, we fought. But that was more of an annoyance for me â clean your room! Donât steal the car again! Do your homework! Whose cigarettes are these? But we always made up and I usually talked to my mother almost daily as an adult. That is until the day I came home from the hospital with my newborn son, after spending three days in the hospital, following a c-section.
We had the blowout of all blowouts and for a few days I actually contemplated disowning my mother.
One of my other friends also had a major blowout with her mother the day she came home from the hospital after giving birth, and she hasnât talked to her mother in over a year now. My friend and I talked about our fights with our mothers and wondered why oh why did they have to start with us on the worst day possible. Not only are you completely hormonal after having a baby, you are sleep deprived, and coming off drugs, and really, there are better times to get mad at your daughters. Another woman I know also recently got into a huge fight with her mother, who she used to talk to daily as well, and now they barely talk or see each other at all. This woman is 46 years old.
I wonât get into exactly what my motherâs problem was with me (only to say there was a litany of complaints.) I was so upset, bawling my eyes out, that my fiancĂŠ had to take the phone away from me and tell my mother that now wasnât the best time to talk to me. Perhaps my mother did have some valid points. However, it was the timing and what she said â some things were so harsh and hurtful â that I wonder if I can ever forgive her and my father (who backed up my mother) completely. We still talk now, but not every day. The conversations are stilted and awkward, and the visits are few and far between.
My motherâs complaints about me, no matter how valid, could have waited for a better time, perhaps a week later since apparently her problems with me have stemmed back for years. Why not wait to tell me her issues with me when Iâm rested and feeling better? Not right after I had major surgery? Also, when you are an adult, you realize that issues are a two-way street. While she yelled at me for things that she thought I was at fault for, I yelled at her for things she was at fault for. As an adult, you are stronger and can argue more coherently than when you are a teenager. No longer can you just say to your mother, âYouâre a bitch! I hate you!â because that is childish.