>be me, living with my roommate that I've known since

Aw hell OP. You're the "suicide son/cousin/nephew/grandson/brother"

I know that feel OP. They all know. Makes me want to leave the country.

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>>34586665
Couple more days pass and I wake up to 6 missed calls, (4 from my mom and 2 from my brother):

>brother is insisting that he's coming to visit and I need to pick him up from the airport tonight (i.e. real time, today in like 14 hours)
>mother sent me a bunch of texts and even two e-mails
>she said she's calling the sheriff's office in my town to do a wellness check on me since I hadn't returned her calls nor my brother's.

What the actual fuck?

This happens once a year or so where I'll get a little down and sort of disconnect from the family and it usually ends with me getting a reminder from my roommate and I'll talk to her and it's all good. I've never been suicidal or violently anti-social (just regularly anti-social).

Sometimes I just want to be alone and not talk to anyone, Jesus fucking Christ.

Apparently not talking to someone in 4 days is reason enough to get the police involved.

This is how I've been my whole life and my mom knows it. She knows I'm naturally an introvert, and especially when I get down, I close up and just need time to collect.

No reason to ever fear for my safety because again, I've never been suicidal and I have my best friend living with me, not to mention my other friends and co-workers. It's not like I'm in the middle of the woods alone with only a revolver and a single bullet in it with zero human contact.

I'm fucking 26 years old and this shit is getting fucking old.

I don't know why I made this thread, just needed to vent.

tl;dr, post stories about overly involved parents.

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>>34586700
See here's the thing:

I'm the older brother and I've never, not once been suicidal. I've had bouts of depression, which my mother has seen before, and it's always the same shit, I just shut people out for a while and eventually get back to shit.

My younger brother, on the other hand, has on multiple occasions threatened suicide and the same shit happens where she gets me to talk to him (and I do) when he hasn't talked to her in months, apart from saying shit like "I want to die".

Of all the times he's pulled shit like that where he's either directly or indirectly mentioned suicide, she's never once told me that she was calling the cops to have them perform a wellness check.

Yet here I am, just wanting to be alone for a while and I must maintain daily vocal communication with her or else cops get called (they have yet to be called because I always end up reading the message miraculously before her deadline).

Shit is fucked.

Move homes to the other side of town. Set an alarm on your phone for monthly reminders to call her.

Change phone numbers. Set number to private and do DO NOT give them your new address and phone number.

Done.

>>34586709
Parents don't give a fk.
They are nice though.

>>34586747
I'm not trying to cut her out of my life, I really a great mom, it's just that she's progressively been getting more and more paranoid the older she gets.

>>34586769
She really is nice and has never really slighted me or anything, always been very supportive, forgiving and receptive.

However, any time I don't talk to her for more than 5 days she takes it as a personal insult and starts inferring both that I hate her and don't want to talk to her and that I'm becoming intensely unstable and about to cause myself a great deal of harm.

I wish I still had a mom to worry about me...

She clearly cares about you, but maybe you should you know... Talk about this with her? Like telling her she don't have to worry and that you like to be alone for a while.

>>34586746
I think you might be the favourite son anon.

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>>34586982
I have tried to make this clear to her since I moved out with my buddy back in 2012.

Many a time I have tried to make it clear that often times, for me, no news is good news.

If shit gets bad enough, yeah I'll break out of my solitude and call her for help (either just to talk or if it's financial, ask her to loan me some money).

Yet once a year this shit happens where, one way or another, I don't get back to her in time and I wake up to a text/voicemail/email saying she's fedup and is going to call the police to check up on me.

Again, as I said above, I've never pulled anything to warrant her to worry about my physical safety.

>>34587044
Nice dubs.

Also, I've sadly come to this conclusion. Even though I'm not as successful as my younger brother, I'm far more stable and much less of a dickhole.

He's always been one of those fags that likes talking about philosophy in too much detail in inappropriate situations. One year he made my mom cry because of some truly edgelord shit that he pulled at Thanksgiving dinner.

I would have beat his ass, but my grandmother was present.