I stopped trying to please my dad the day I told him I was changing my major to nursing. I was 18 and he told me that I would never be anything, never have anything, and I was the biggest disappointment of his life. As they say, when somebody shows you who they are, believe them. I never looked back.
Now, with my mother it was a whole different story. Although my mother has always been very critical of me, I had a great desire to please her. I never understood that she would never be pleased with my decisions because it wasn't about me, it was all about her. But I persisted in trying to please, impress, and make my mother happy with the woman I had become. All it did was fuel her fire to turn me into the person she wished I was and it left me more anxious and depressed.
Then I had a nervous breakdown and had to be hospitalized. My mother was not the cause of the breakdown, but through intensive therapy I realized that my constant efforts to make her happy were futile. I realized that many of the decisions I had made over the years were actually efforts to appease my mother, rather than to make my husband or myself happy. I had compromised my marriage and relationships with my own children to please my mother. What a revelation! Although I would not want to revisit that dark time, I am grateful for what I learned about myself and how to draw boundaries with people who try to take over my life.
That was 5 years ago and I couldn't be happier. I love my mom and we have a better relationship now. I try to keep our relationship that of good friends, equals, rather than the more one-sided mother/daughter relationship that it had been. Now, I make decisions and I don't consult with her for her approval. I only give her information about my life that I feel comfortable with her having, knowing that whatever I give her can be turned against me at any time.
I realize that this sounds negative, but I assure you it is not. I finally, at the age of 58, feel like I a grown-up. I have much more control over my life and I'm no longer chasing the hope that THIS TIME, my mother will be proud of me. THIS TIME she will approve of my decision. THIS TIME she won't make me feel guilty or ashamed or stupid. I have gathered myself up and worked through a lot of stuff to get to the good place I'm in today. I love my mother very much and I will do everything to see that she has what she needs, including my attention. But I no longer allow her the kind of puppet-master control over me that she once had.