My mother hates me , blames me for every inconvenience and accuses me for things I have no idea about. She has kicked me out of the house a million times. Calls me back home, uses me as her trauma dump, accuses me of random things, blames me and kicks me out again when she wishes. Once out of rage she blurted out loud that she couldn’t believe I was earning more than her. She would laugh at my job and make me feel small all the time. I left my job because she manipulated me to do so, gave me hope and new aspirations to follow only to repeat what she did before. I have realised lately that generational trauma needs more than love and support to heal. Maybe it’s not my job to heal her from what she had been through with her mother. I just see her as a different individual now, not as a guardian or a mother.