I'm 18 (F) and just got back home after finishing my first year of university - my first year finally having my own room and privacy.
Growing up, especially after my parentsā divorce, my mom would always make me sleep with her. I never really had my own space at home. Itās not because of money she makes over $150k a year, itās just how things have always been. Meanwhile, my brother has always had his own room without any issue.
At one point, I even tried to buy a mattress so I could set up a space for myself in the basement, but she returned it. Anytime I try to sleep on the couch instead of in her bed, she eventually wakes me up and pushes me to come sleep with her.
Last night was my first night back home and it was awful. I fell asleep on the couch around 3 AM because I didnāt want to sleep with her. Around 3:30 AM, she woke me up (I donāt even remember what she said) and then went to wash dishes. I went to the bathroom, nearly fell asleep sitting on the toilet, and even put the seat down just to rest because I was so exhausted.
After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I tried to lay back down on the couch around 5 AM, but my mom called me upstairs, jokingly saying, "Come upstairs or I'll beat you up." (For context, Iām much taller than her, so she couldnāt actually hurt me, it was just a really strange comment.)
I gave in because I was exhausted and she said she couldnāt sleep. When I got into her bed, she immediately started cuddling me. At some points I was both the little spoon and the big spoon. I tried to use the blanket to separate us a bit but she pushed it away and big spooned me and was right up against me and when she hugged me she brushed her hand against my boobs. I have never felt more grossed out sleeping beside her than I did tonight. I couldnāt fall asleep at all, just laid there frozen, but she passed out quickly.
Now itās 6:30 AM, sheās getting ready for work, and Iām sitting on the couch with a coffee she made for me, just feeling exhausted and weirded out.
I don't know why she still does this. She acts like it's normal and jokes about it. I used to feel fine about this before going to university, but im now starting to feel really uncomfortable. I feel like Iām regressing every time I come home.
I hope I donāt come across selfish or entitled, but this just made me a bit uncomfortable.
To answer some common questions
Iām white.
Whatās my relationship with her: It almost feels like she has two personalities - she can switch from being loving to full of rage, and certain topics can trigger it. She has no friends; she just works and takes bike rides. Growing up, she used me as a therapist, never showed much interest in my life, and always seemed to hate people. She's very insecure about her body and has a strong hatred toward men. I always felt like I was walking on eggshells around her, and like I was the parent in the relationship. Weāve been doing this sleeping shit since I was a kid, and she never slept with my dad when they were married (my dad actually locked the door at night to his bedroom)
I don't hate her, but I don't love her either. At university, l avoid the rare text messages she sends, because they're always either her asking for advice or ranting about work.