I realize there's a few subs I could post to, however I'm hoping this subreddit is the most appropriate for receiving genuine answers.
Last night I went out and told my mother that I was going out (we live in different cities). She never asks if I have weekend plans, where I'm going, how it was, etc. but I tell her I'm going out so she doesn't assume I'm at home, depressed & rearranging my living room for the nth time. I swear to god that ever since she retired, her behavior has become something else entirely and I wasn't prepared for it.
If I mention going out, she expects a text when I've arrived back home. I try to comply as best I can but I'm only human. Especially because every time I've forgotten, I've woken up to a few texts asking if I'm OK and even a phone call/voice mail, if I don't respond to those texts. We're Hispanic and that behavior is somewhat of a cultural thing, unfortunately.
Well, last night I inadvertently forgot to send an "I'm home" text. Life happens. This morning I sent her a text and in her reply, she mentioned that she was worried because I hadn't sent her a text when I got home last night. She's never awake when I get home. She also would have seen that I read her last text to me at 0330 on Sunday morning, indicating I was alive. My response was that maybe I was getting laid or doing something that I didn't want her knowing about, and I was getting tired of her panicking as if I was wild child who was known to go on benders and disappear.
Her response was one line: "Sorry, I won't ask again" and that irritated me.
Part of my anger is because of her intense interest in when I've arrived back home and having stuff all interest in my personal life. A few weeks ago, I went to a speed dating event and she never said good luck or asked how it went - just wanted to know when I got home.
My whole life has been spent having to hear about relatives and her friend's children graduating, reproducing, getting married, etc. and meanwhile I'm the virginal monster creature of a daughter collecting dust on the shelf? She's never asked if I've had a boyfriend, asked to see my degrees, what my job interviews are like, wanted to be married, have children, what I do at my job, what possible hopes & dreams I might have in my autism-addled brain? I've begged her to ask and she won't - you'd think it was beneath her to show interest in her own daughter's life. Meanwhile her perfect grandkids are perfect, and I have to hear allll about their amazing (!) accomplishments.
I've tried talking to her, however it's frustrating and usually ends in tears. She unfortunately is the sort of person who thinks they're being degraded when confronted by their own behavior & words. Zero accountability and quick to start with the tears and counter-accusations.