. . . . . . . . . . . I had a fight with my mom this afternoon, which then turned into my calmly apologizing for being a codependent foop to her, again, which she could not under-fucking-stand. "But sharing our feelings so we can do better is good!" Except we're not normal, so no, for me, it's pointless. It's like she was begging; any contact, even angry kind, is better than none. She repeated this several times. Even after maybe the most soul-baring, calm explanation of how CODA has benefitted me, all she had were rebuttles. Omfg. I'm so tired of having to repeat myself to people who don't WANT TO GET IT. Don't want to change. My mom especially. "I'm trying really hard not to step on your toes," she begged and she was crying, which made me feel like shit. I finally put a ten minute limit on our conversation. "We could do this all day; I explain and you counter it, and neither of us wants to do that all day." Which, guess what, MAKES ME FEEL WRONG. Guess who feels constantly wrong all the time? ACOAs. Guess who's an ACOA? ✋🏻 So is she REALLY an entirely clueless victim of her parents and this marriage and life in general, is she really THAT STUPID, or is she just REALLY GOOD AT THE MANIPULATION /NARCISSIST GAME? I want to fucking know. Either I let her back in my life more, like we were even two years ago, and claw my hair off trying to keep sanity...or I check the hell out entirely. Even though I got to the point, even in the fight/discussion, to confess that I was being codep and throwing my emotions at her and demanding apologies where it was inappropriate for me to do so, I'm sad. I'm so sad and mad and I all but said to her face that "this" is hopeless. Drowning myself in Netflix isn't helping. Neither is the fact that later tonight I'm meeting a girl I am so codependent on it's not even funny.