My mom was really excited to see me almost every other day for the two-week period I was back in San Francisco for work. She’s so excited that she’s already counting down the days until she comes to visit us in New York in August. I am not quite counting down the days the way she is.
Mom: You always cook all this good food in New York. Are you going to cook all that food for me when I come?
Me: Umm, I can make you breakfast foods, but we’ll probably be eating out for dinner in the evenings after work. I won’t see you during the day because I’ll be at the office.
Mom: Eating out all the time is so unhealthy. You should mix it up when I come and cook for me! What will you make me?
Me: Well, I can make you granola or oatmeal or eggs. I guess we can eat lunch at home on the weekends, and I can cook.
Mom: Don’t worry about it! You work so hard! I don’t really want you to cook for us. I was just testing you!
Why is everything always a test for her with everyone? Does she constantly have to “test” everyone in her life? Isn’t this a sign that she’s miserable and looking for reasons to be angry at me?