I haven't talked w my mom for 6 years. Sad but you go on. Her choice to part ways but we always had it bad. It's just a bad scene with my parents who couldn't get along either. Therapy did not help me - living my life as best I can helped. That is, try to love my work. Try to enjoy my kids and be grateful for my DH. Try to remember I'm not alone. Being sad about my cross to beat, being angry that I don't have parents who act like parents, being resigned to the fact that on the family front I lost out. Be honest to yourself and then you let it go. If I told you my story you'd never believe it because it look so normal. Everyone has some story even if it's not to do w parents. It sucks but one day there may be a resolution. Until then you have to suck it up. Most people will not understand and after years of therapy I assure you- continuing to talk about it will not change it. If you feel certain your mom will not change and if you don't like the relationship, walk away - you can be free of it. You got zero chance to heal or change otherwise anyway . Try your best to find others with family oriented issues to not feel too alone. Know it's not you. That's really how I cope. One day maybe I can forgive but I'm not ready yet so I accept that my choice is to distance myself from my mother. Good luck! |
You should accept that you don't know what's going on behind each house's door or in other people's minds. No relationship is without its low points, trials, and challenges. What you see is rarely what you get, I assure you. I agree with PPs on the rest: limited contact, therapy if you feel you need it. (I hate it and find it useless, but Americans love their therapists, what can I say.) |
I had not heard this, but am going to remember it. Thank you. |
+2. I had a great relationship with my parents once I was grown, but it took a lot of therapy and I had to make the step of seeing them as people in their own right, with lives before me, and recognizing that their childhoods were pretty horrible, even worse than mine. They did the best they could and gave me better than what they had. Even so, there was a lot of residual pain until I became a mom, and, quite unexpectedly to me, discovered that parenting my own child is in a weird sense like re-parenting myself -- I derive a real sense of comfort from being the mom I wanted. Not that I am perfect by any means, but DD is feels secure and is a happy kid overall, smart with lots of interests and friends. Creating a nurturing environment for her has turned out to also give me things I didn't even know I needed. |
My mom is like this as well. Sorry, OP. I know how much it sucks. I have cut down on their visits. They can come here once a year, or else we meet at another family member's house. I just don't want that kind of toxic behavior around me anymore (or my kids). That part in bold is exactly like something my mom would/does say. |
Thanks for posting this. Another poster here who had a terrible relationship with my mom. My dad is better, thankfully so at least one parent is decent. I cut off my mom completely and totally. It has made my life so much better, but I do still feel sad about the loss of that relationship. Someday I'll try therapy when I have more time and money! |
I would say that we have a third chance to experience it -- to parent ourselves as we would have wished to be parented. Whatever it is you thought you missed from your parent -- build it for yourself. Find some older peers who can advise/mentor you as a person and parent. Find a therapist. Do things for yourself that your parent should have (i.e. get educated, save, etc.) Build a stable adult family relationships with a partner, in-laws or other relatives or friend circle. |
After talking with friends and siblings over the years, I realized few people get the parents they wanted.
What helped me accept my parents as they were, and not as I wanted, was to understand them as people. I asked about their lives during their childhoods, young adult years, early marriage years, and parenting years before I arrived. My dad didn't want to talk much, so his mother and my mother helped fill in the pieces. Live wasn't easy for them, just like it's not easy for me. By seeing them are people who struggled, I learned to forgive them for not being the parents I needed. I also learned to value their strengths of loyalty, honesty, and consistency. |
Agree. And you said it so well. |
Another recommendation for therapy. I found it very helpful to have an outside party walk me through the dynamics of my family relationships. |