OMG - beese - my mother did the same thing - insisted on being called mother. My father insisted the kids call him Grandfather!!
One that jumps out: My father said to me once - you kids have really disappointed me at one point or another - you are just going to have to learn to live with that disappointment (like that was the sum total of our childhoods - his disappointment that we actually made mistakes and weren't perfect reflections of his glorious self
). My response - I am not disappointed in me - it is your dissapointment - you have learn to live with it, not me. It was really comical, he got the most confused look on his face, he just couldn't compute it. He really believed that I was an extension of him (I had no identity of my own unless I did something wrong or disagreed with him - then I became my own worthless person in his eyes!!!). It was so bad he accidentally called my kids his kids a number of times.
He also used to call my kids: MY grandchildren - it wasn't the words it was how he said it, like he owned them. Still makes my skin crawl.
My mother: It was so hard for ME to stand by and watch your father break you (no mention that it might have been hard on me at 2, to have been slapped silly by my 6'3' 270 lb father for not going to sleep).
Or the time my mother told everyone that I got pregnant after my sister had her first baby because as soon as I saw her baby I had to have one of my own
(used to drive me crazy - she told everyone this. Made me sound like an imbecile - like I would decide to have a baby because my sister had one. I repeatedly asked her to stop saying that - and she kept saying, well it is true! aaaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhh
The things they say that give their true nature away!!
