So sick and tired of my mom.

So she's over here and my sister comes in and they brought tacos. It looked good and made me want to make myself something yummy, even though we're trying to be healthy and watch what we eat. My mom says oh what the heck give me some of the tuna casserole. (Cheesy tuna casserole topped with buttery corn flakes I made yesterday) I don't like things overly tuna flavored but it wasn't. Anyways I give it to her and hear my mom kinda whisper out of ear shot, "(my name) made it.". But like it was all hush and hush and my mom was making a face.

So I tell her it's good. She takes a bite and makes a face. I asked her what and she just said that sometimes she can handle tuna casserole and sometimes she can't.

I (completely chill) tell her that it's kind of rude to take someone's food if you know you aren't going to like it. (As she was making faces before even trying it and gossiping about it to my sister.)

She starts stonewalling and can't believe I said it was rude. I offer to put it in the fridge for her and get something else but she says she can finish it like it's disgusting, like she's a martyr of tuna casserole. So I actually apologize for saying it was rude, and it sounded genuine trust me, and she stone walls me. Then she goes to the bathroom because she's crying. Now she keeps looking at me and having to eat fries in between the casserole. Like.. my husband could've enjoyed that.. I could've enjoyed that... I'm really sick of this BS... She always does this.

Edit:

My family has just left and she's yelling at me about how I humiliated her and how much she does for me. I have kept apologizing but she won't accept it because she doesn't believe me.

She's trying up guilt me by doing the dishes for the casserole and leaving a frozen stir fry here, I'm sure to make herself seem like a hero after she leaves. I'm now sitting in my babies room pretending to put him to sleep so that I can get away from her. Hopefully she leaves soon. I just told her I hope she drives home safe and I love her. I could write a book with all the crap she's said and done to me. All the names she's called me and yelling at me for stuff that's not her business. I always feel I have to get permission from her to do stuff in my adult life and it's a really messed up dynamic. I'm feeling so saddened by all this. She was yelling at me so loud and my apartment is connected to an office I work at. That's way more humiliating for her than whatever I did, I just don't understand her.

Also she threw away half the casserole. She took all the rest of it too. She said she couldn't finish it cause she was full but I watched her eat the fries my sister brought after she was done with the casserole. Y'all, it was good she just doesn't like tuna.

She wants her kids to idolize her like she idolizes her mother... And is sad we don't.

She also said she did all she could do to choke it down because she was holding back tears.

She has gone back and forth with her husband, an alcoholic ever since I was 3. I have slept on floors in tiny apartments and was forced to grow up very quickly. I feel like I'm realizing she doesn't love me but this is enmeshment... This is so hard to deal with. I'm not so much upset about the casserole, just when she was standing there yelling at me all my childhood bitterness came back. Any advice would be appreciated.