Because my dear mother, it seems, some would say it is a definite, is unable or unwilling to give praise and compliments to others.
In the same abundance, fluency and consistency that she dispenses her displeasure with things and people alike.
Sometimes not really differentiating between those she loves and/or relies on, and others less so.
Having the seemingly enduring tendency to focus on what they have not done, and/or on how badly they have done what they have done.
The end results, for my dear mother, is what counts most of all, and not the effort and goodwill which might have gone into endeavouring to meet her high standards.
And yet, even at this eleventh hour, all is not lost, because, more recently, I have noticed that my dear mother is being somewhat more philosophical about her aches and pains.
Her acknowledging that she is not satisfied with somethings, but that she is not able to change them.
She still, of course, endlessly repeats her fixed attitude towards certain people, such as her belief that the medical profession, especially those at her surgery, are holding malice against her.
Even punishing her and treating her less favourably than their other patients, for some reason/s which she cannot fathoms.
Similarly, my dear mother is having a constant battle with her dissatisfaction with her food.
To be continued!
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