I’m an only child raised and indoctrinated heavily by a single mother. I’ve just had a rough few hours which pretty much has made me decide to stop speaking to my mother completely. I wanted to share it because I witnessed something pretty remarkable today after a massive argument with her.
She’s a devout Roman Catholic in her 60’s, raised on a farm in a poor Slavic country, and spent about two hours enraged and yelling like you rarely see. I stopped participating midway when I realized trying to reason wouldn’t ever work which I should have known- she’s the type of person that talks over you, and just gets louder and louder, and changes the topics, and is generally not a person you want to converse with because they think they are flawless. I’m downplaying her arrogance if you think I am exaggerating.
After the psychotic behavior stopped she broke down crying and begged Jesus to help her. I’ll share a few smaller insights first and then get to the interesting thing that happened. I wondered how Religion could possibly be helping her when she was that emotionally distraught over our argument. Her father died recently, and people often say they get comfort from knowing their loved ones are in Heaven. Ironically, she was in tears while claiming that her father was looking at her from Heaven and disapproving because I did something she considered deeply shameful(She is ultraconservative and ultra-gullible). I really can’t get over how terrible that is. I wanted to assure her that her father wasn’t disapproving of anything because he couldn’t see it. Anyway, she calmed down for no more than 5 minutes and I heard the phone. It rang three times, and she picked it up, to greet her friend. She greeted her with much enthusiasm and had what seemed to be a pleasant conversation.
I don’t get that. She just flicked a switch and everything was peachy or something. Is this a product of the belief or mental disorder? Wrong question?