This is going to sound horrible and many people may not be able to read it, so if this sounds like too much for you then this is where you should stop reading this thread.The mom from What's Eating Gilbert Grape- that's my mom. Every day I get pissed off just thinking about her. All my life, she never really showed that she cared about me. She said and acted like she did but she never really tried to show it. She never cooked food or did anything except go to work and then come home and lounge around. She left my dad to compensate. He worked day in and day out cooking dinner, paying the bills, caring for my brother and I, and catering to my mom's every need while she napped and watched TV and ate junk food. Since my older brother was born, my dad would only sleep 4 or 5 hours a night while my mom slept for 10 or 11. If I was hungry, my mom would just tell me to go eat Oreos or chips or some other crappy food and she didn't care how much I ate. When I was old enough to drive she would just have me go get fast food. I ended up being pre-diabetic by the time I was 17 because my mom never tried to stop me from eating too much junk food nor did she even care about my diet. In fact, she encouraged it. I would ask if I could have another cookie and she said "Have as many as you want, honey." My dad would often have to work late since he was late to work because he had to help my mom get ready to go because she couldn't handle waking up 15 minutes earlier and therefore, he couldn't really have any influence on my eating habits or dinner choices. Nowadays, she is too overweight and out of shape that she almost can't even support herself. My dad, once again, has to help her stand up sometimes. What's wrong with this is that there is nothing wrong with her. She has no ailments that would have caused her to become unable to exercise and eat healthy on her own. She just let herself go and now she can't even walk around the grocery store without having to stop and rest for a while. As much as I hate to say it, I sometimes wish that she would just pass on so that my dad can finally get some rest but that would be worse for him because, somehow, he loves her.Now that I am 1,500 miles away from home I don't know if I can go back home and even speak to her. Now that I have seen how other people have grown up with caring parents, I don't know if I can ever have any respect for her. I know this is horrible and many, many more people have to live with far worse but I just can't keep it in any more.
Darlene Cates.... Really? She was a pretty famous actress in the 90'sI would have never guessed she was like what you described. I'm sorry you hurt. Maybe you should tell her how you feel.. Parents are people too. they don't have all the right answers, they don't always do the right things. They basically learn about life from their parents or lack there of. What was her upbringing like. Are her parents like this?Perhaps if you told her how you feel, it would have such an impact on her that she would pursue a lifestyle change.I had very bad parents too. In fact, I ran away from home when I was 15 years old and never went back. I haven't seen or talked to my biological family in about 30+ years. So I do feel your pain in some respect.Nonetheless, you should strive to change your lifestyle and become healthier and when you raise your children, you can raise them they way they should be raised in a fun and loving household. Stop the cycle. I did.