I can't stand my mother and I'm guilty of feeling like this and I know that I'll regret it once she dies. She's fundamentally a kind person and she loves me a lot, but she's otherwise too obnoxious and incompatible with me, and I'm tired of living with her. I won't list all her traits that I find disagreeable, but I have to say that the part of her "loving" me is largely responsible for how I feel, because her love is manifested as something that looks more like some sort of bizarre obsession, at which point I'd prefer if she rather were apathetic to me.
I'm tired of how she (figuratively and semi-literally) clings to me, of the retarded small talk that she initiates with me, of when she asks me personal questions, of her paranoid delusions about me, of when she reminds me of my cringe childhood moments or shows me old photos as if I'm supposed to find it as endearing as she does, etc, etc. It's like she thinks I'm still a little kid, or maybe a puppy. I don't know how she doesn't notice that I'm tired of how she treats me.
I wish the economy wasn't as fucked so that I could fuck off from my parents' home, but for now I just have to deal with her (and with my other family members, but none of them makes me feel as conflicted as my mother).
I don't know if I should talk with her or how I should approach this.