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I adore it, she rots me life, one tears itself. Who said that the relations mothers girls were simple and blooming? Cruel mother, mother-hen or girlfriend, how the girls live them their mothers, and vice versa? Testimonies. Emilie, 37 years,: My mother, my drug. We are a true couple, and our relation is passionate, fusionnelle. When I have a lover, my mother pricks her crisis. She finds my hopeless guy, she believes that he takes advantage of me. and wonder on the reasons that push me to choose the measly" "always (only bus my father is well a type). When I separate, she comforts me like a baby while repeating to me that I will never succeed in keeping a man! We cling to the nose, we fall ourselves in the arms, we scramble. She tires me, kill myself! But I adore it and I don't know how to happen of her! Summary: This possessive ultra mother succeeded well with her daughter, who remained under her ascendancy, and that she manipulates with perversity (more or less conscious). Remained affectively to the state of big child immature, her daughter cannot construct her own life in love. Sophie, 27 years,: My mother, my girlfriend, It is my model. Courageous, soft, she is as cheerful, very modern and don't let himself cut down. During adolescence, we had some minimal conflicts: I remember rather than she rounded the angles with my father, more authoritative! We speak a lot and let's leave regularly together, all two or with my youngest sister. her cancer weakened it a lot, and I had dreadfully fear to lose it. But she remains and will remain an example of successful life, a truth beautiful character, who made of me a balanced woman. Summary: This mother who knew how to remain woman is an accessible model, a positive and healthy picture. She knew how to cross the periods difficult of a child's education without cutting the communication, succeeded in transmitting her values and her love. Véronique, 39 years,: My mother, my contrary, I never supported her terrible character. She is unmanageable! She always wanted all to decide for me. and as I am rather of nature unobtrusive, she led me to the stick! Kid, I had to lie to him to escape him because I able to not attack it of forehead. Then I took the flight, and met a man who doesn't let relate themselves of it. Today, we live to 800 km from her home! I don't miss her, because for me she is only a woman as the other, pest and intolerable that more are. But I have the impression to have passed next to something essential. Summary: A too rigid, almighty mother, develop the opposition. So Véronique, chose the flight, her aggressiveness and her suffering, hidden, remain present. The dialogue could never settle. ..Amélie, 36 years,: My daughter, my hope, She was only interested little in me and gave me the complex physical that I will drag all my life. I endured her look on me, of her disagreeable commentaries on my physical (I didn't resemble to him really, she said while sighing). Today, my daughter is eight years old, and I don't always know how to act with her, so near but so different. I try to give him confidence in her. and me culpabilise when, under the influence of an irritation, I release him "what woodcock" or "what sotte" because I know how much these words can be cruel. A thing is sure: I assure it again and always of my eternal love. And I forgave to my mother. I dressed my wounds thanks to my daughter. Summary: This mother while being only interested in the physical and as depreciating her daughter made fall her confidence in her and disrupted the construction of her woman's identity. Amélie is conscious of it and will know how to not to repeat the same mistakes. The essential is to succeed sooner or later in forgiving. 2008-12-16
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