I hate getting books for Christmas in general because I’m such a mood reader, and I’ve plastered a fake smile on my face many a time and repeated internally ‘Its the thought that counts.’ as I unwrap a book I will not read.
But the worst one by far, given to me by my own Mother , who I know loves me, when I was fourteen years old! was >!Men are from Mars Women are from Venus.!< I am sitting there horrified thinking what is she trying to tell me? As my sisters are flat on the floor laughing to the point of puking. We eventually came to the conclusion she just saw an attractive cover on a bestseller table and grabbed it. Love to know your terrible gift stories.
My mom for several years gave me diaries. I didn’t know they were traps. She’s like here, you write your secret thoughts in here, and no one will know about them. EXCEPT FOR HER when she read them. And then punished me for having secrets. What’s really bad is that she got me like three times. The first one, when I didn’t even know what a diary was. The second one had a key, so I thought I was safe. Yeah, no. She had the other key. The last one was a little tiny diary about the size of my phone, and I could hide it. At least till she found it. Fortunately I onto her by then and wasn’t writing anything more risqué than the school lunch menu.
Thats horrible 💀
Oh wow. Thats terrible. I’m so sorry your mom did that to you. That’s some /r/ raised by narcissists stuff your mom did to you.
Yeah, I’m okay. We were low contact once I got out of there, thanks. She’s since passed away too, so even fewer problems.