This “conversation” just took place with my mother
Her: I found your red onions
(I was looking for them the other day and asked her if she knew where they were, and yeah I got a little spun up cause my stuff is always disappearing).
Me: oh thanks! Are they still good?
Her: ummm I think so
Me: where were they?
Her: I just found them
Me: ohhhhh we’re they in the cabinet?
Her: I just found them is all I’m going to say.
Me: I think I remember dad telling me to put them in the dark. Thanks for finding them!
Her: closes door

Every single conversation with her is like this. It’s like she’s always on the defense, like I’m always accusing her of doing something wrong. Especially when it comes to my health issues. Even when I’m clearly just telling her a part of my life she always immediately dismisses what I’m saying with an “I don’t know what you want me to do about it”

It’s never an actual conversation, and it usually escalates to yelling because she thinks she’s being accused of doing something and I hate being accused of something I’m not doing. But when I am accusing her of something she definitely did that replays vividly in my mind, she either boldly denies, immediately, feigns innocence, or just turns and runs.

In highschool she used to whine how I didn’t tell her anything anymore, but I learned it wasn’t safe cause she always used my pain against me. Always somehow made everything out to be my fault… she still does that to this day.