What I have always hated is the comparison of my life to theirs. The comments like, "You think you've got it bad?, You think you're abused?, You don't know how good you've got it!" That shit infuriates me. Even as an adult my mom especially refuses to see me as a full and complete person worth real empathy and equality. It is like I'm somehow some kind of project she thinks she can reign control over when I'm in midlife at this point. It is always this mournful and ridiculous comparison game from her where she eventually falls back on the God and Christianity solves everything slant rather than actually self reflecting on anything or sharing any real advice or wisdom. She'd rather be "godly" while simultaneously being ridiculously judgmental of everyone around her, but never herself. It sucks and is completely irrational. I'd love it if my mom would just go to therapy and unload all that shit rather than carrying it with her as some kind of righteous struggle she thinks life has to be.