Thanks @Notwendy, I really appreciate your answers. I read them multiple times, because I had to think a bit about them.
Actually, I don't know either if it's connected to BPD, you made me see that maybe it's just normal thoughts for her and other women, when their husbands pass.
Like in your examples, I recognise that she changes her mind all the time, so like when you offered to rent a truck to clean all the stuff your mother wanted help to remove, and then didn't wan't it, I guess my only lesson can be that she's in doubt, and - maybe - I really have to wait for her to say that she wan't it done a certain date, bc then I will do it. But I can also hear, that I shouldn't begin the process every time she expresses her frustration about the carpet, the garden, the ...
When we had snow in january, my mother complained again, because her local and late maintenance guy didn't offer snowblowing any more. I contacted a guy I know on mom's street and asked if his kids would like to remove the snow for a fair amount of money. His 14yo daugther would, and soon I connected his daughter with my mom, and the daughter removed snow almost every second day, and I chose to pay her myself, because I could imagine that my mother could make a problem out of it, because the job took half an hour one day and an hour the next day.
Even though I kept the contact with tha daughter and she did the job fine, and I paid her, and my mom could actually forget everything about snowblowing, because I had solved the problem, so mom was covered just as fine as when she had her maintenance guy doing it.
But even though, my mother kept looking for the daughter every day, and kept control with her work, by looking out the window. And not in a pleasent way, by kind of to see if the daughter didn't do the job well enough.
To me it was kind of a reminder from my childhood where me and my sister always was controlled in the same way, like we were going to cheat and not do the job, and we always finished our jobs. My mom and dad said they never were perfectionists, but at the same time they always controlled our jobs down to the smallest detail, like I now saw with the 14 girl removing moms snow.
And that made me understand, why I actually have become a perfectionist. It's not because I want everything perfect and that nothing is good enough, it's a method to avoid the critisism from my mom or dad after a job. If I did it really well, I thought I could avoid the critisism. And now as an adult, I'm spending hours on little details in every job I do, because it still lives inside me: that I will get critisism if the job hasn't been done better that perfect. And that's sad actually. Because I was a lot of hours fixing small details that noone would ever see or miss.
But actually your examples and reply has now helped me see that. That it's just one of my mothers 'it can never be good enough' cases and I can shrug it off, and I can defend the poor 14 yo daughter, who's now mowing my moms lawn and mom still give me comments about how the lawn was mown.
I guess I'll never get why dad (who has past) and mom always made such a big problem out of nothing, because if me and my sister didn't a job well enough, my parents could just have told us in a nice way and showed us. Instead it was always a game of "catching us" if the job wasn't done up to my parents standard.
I can shrug it off my shoulders now, so thank you @notwendy All best Snoopy



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even people with BPD were saying they could relate. I was telling my parents I went through stuff like that and they were just blown away haha