Inev, my mom does the same thing, and it is impossible. I'm sorry. I still can't help talking to my mom when I'm having a rough time, and she can't help making me feel like I'm wasting my life, so the best I can hope for is that I will develop a way to avoid doing this to my kids someday.
You Are Not Alone, buddy.
The other night, I will have been gonna dream that we all attended TOUAMB camp, and Pedro and I made an Arrangement, and I was about to have makeouts with Somebody, but at the last minute he was all, "no, I can't do that to Pedro, it's not right" and I was all, But, Arrangement!, and he was all, "no, I really can't."
It was weird. Especially considering that I was somehow about nineteen (I don't think Pedro and I were married and we certainly didn't have kids). In fact, I think we were *all* college-aged, which might have explained how we were all able to take a week out of our lives and go sleep in log cabins with strangers from the internet.