I grew up eldest of two children. Younger sister was golden child, mirror image of my mother. I was scape goat and child who often loudly question how things were, and often paid for it with screaming, hitting and grounding. Keep the child in line who questions the warp sense of reality was the life I lived. I knew from a very young age that my family dynamic was messed up.
My father was a horrible abusive man in every way. My mother looked the other way, even when I confronted her about abuse directly. Everything was rug swept always. My father was also a terrible alcoholic. He ultimately lost his job due to drinking and then committed suicide nearly fifteen years ago. Now, here is the thing with my father – didn’t feel anything but hate for him until he committed suicide. The method that he chose to end his life, the circumstances that led up to it and knowing how utterly alone he was and felt, have made my heart ache with sympathy for him. That feeling is lessened with time.
Now, my mother is a different story. While I could often relate in odd ways to my father (despite it all, he had a wicked sense of humor and was charming – two qualities I can see in myself). My mother is a bitter, angry woman who has some serious, I mean serious social anxiety and anger issues. She was never an attentive mother. She never once asked me about having homework, never once asked about projects, tests, school events. Every minor interest she had was self-serving. Again, my sister is my mother’s golden child. My sister was definitely favored as a child and it hurt so badly because the favoritism was very real and obvious. Now, I thank my luck stars that my mother never saw herself in me.
My mother was either angry and screaming and yelling, or withdrawn and sleeping in her bedroom and watching television. My mother was also abusive in every way. She was sexually abusive and I am so positive I saw her fondling my cousin at a young age (I was perhaps 9 and cousin was 2 or 3). I vaguely recall it making me so uncomfortable, and me knowing so innately that this was wrong, that I am certain I either pushed her or her hand out of the way and said “no” or “stop” in a weak little girl voice. My mother has denied this every happened and tells me every incident of abuse was made up in my mind.
About 4 years ago I was pregnant with my first child. I decided it was time to confront my mother about the abuse, which all had be subsequently rug swept. I don’t know what I was expecting – her to admit to the abuse – maybe? I don’t know. But she screamed and ranted and denied everything. She made me question my reality. And, she brought in my sister who said I was a horrible, liar who should rot in hell for these lies. She has cut me out since then. There have been times when it hurts, but I see that she is a mirror image of my mother, and she has internalized my mother’s behaviors as normal. That breaks my heart and I feel like I have tried to “save” her over the years – a part of me still sees the innocent little girl she was, and I see how we played together as kids and it hurts that we have no relationship.
Now, to recent events: my DD had her third birthday party at our house. My mother was a guest. I have rationalized that if I was present, and DD was never along with her, then my precious DD would be safe. My amazing DH knows about my mother’s abuse. The day after my party, he told me how he was on edge and watching my mother like a hawk in case she did something to DD. Now, I was watching her too – she was never alone with DD. But hearing DH say that, it nearly brought me to my knees. I felt like I was kicked in the gut. How could I have exposed my precious child to my mother – and even given her the chance to abuse my precious amazing DD? Honestly, my face is burning with shame and my eyes are full of tears when I write this.
I have been in therapy extensively for years (decade plus) dealing with the abuse and trauma I suffered. I have dived extremely deeply into this toxic mess. Current therapist (who I have been with for 6 months) seems to not believe in cutting off family. She has said that I can have a relationship with my mother on my terms and that walking away from my mother and cutting her off is doing my long term grow a disservice. That this situation presented itself to me as a task in this lifetime that I have to overcome by having this relationship on my terms. There is karmic growth in having a l s essentially. Now, I am very big into energy, karma, past lives (have done past life regression-that’s a trip) and have met some pretty trippy people, including my former therapist who could read energy and see past lives – but that’s not relevant! But she has me questioning if I should cut off my mother. I am due with lo #2 in June. And I am ready to do what I didn’t do nearly four years ago. I am ready to let go of her for real….I think?
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