Anonymous wrote:I could have written so many of these responses and my heart goes out to all of you.
I waited to go NC until I was 39 and should have done it the second I left home. The secret rage, physical and mental abuse, manipulation and gaslighting left me with horrible boundary and trust issues that's I'm still working through nearly 7 years later. Like a PP, what forced my hand was the desire to protect my children even more than the desire to protect myself, at the time. After seeing my mother reduce 7yo DD to tears (yet again) with her callous and reckless behavior, something in me just snapped. I had been working up to the decision for some time and in that moment felt an intense sense of calm and peace in my choice. Truth be told, it was the first time I felt empowered enough to make a choice with regard to her.
As a parent I put in conscious effort every day to be the opposite of her. I have a great marriage and an amazing family. We are close-knit and happy and, had I allowed my mother to continue to be in my life, she would still be doing everything in her power to undermine what we've built together.
Anonymous wrote:I'm extremely low contact with my mom. It hurts and doesn't feel great. But it's more that I'm mourning the loss of something I never had and that she can't provide. Having very limited interaction with her saves me a lot of frustration/angst/heartache though.
Anonymous wrote:He will be trading one kind of pain and suffering and anxiety with another. Don't kid yourself it will be "great" and "go for it."
A good approach would be to find a therapist who can help him understand why she is the way she is, and to feel sympathy for her. It's a much better way to live then estrangement.
Anonymous wrote:I cut mine off close to three years ago. No regrets. It is because, as another poster said, underneath her cheerful, helpful persona is a chilling darkness and rage that comes out whenever anyone extends an olive branch to her to be close. The death of my father was the final turning point. In the last five minutes of his life, as I held his hand and he was taking his final breaths, she flew into a rage at me because I was looking at him instead of I wasn't hanging on her every word where she taked about how ready she was for him to die. As he took his final breath, she vapidly yelled out to him, "Yep, we'll be together again someday, ok, bye!!!!" My father's death and funeral felt like a scene from a David Lynch movie, only it was real. She showed up, dressed like she was leaving for a cruise and then proceeded to dance next to my father's casket while smirking and staring off into la la land. She then gave a disgusting eulogy where she cut into his character and then lectured his silbings for not being better people.."all in good fun", you know. My father was dead, quite literally, for less than two minutes and she was off in another room with a friend yukking it up over how skinny and fit she was when she met him and all the fabulous trips he took her on. I locked myself in the bathroom and wanted to puke.
Over the course of the first month I kept noticing the interior of my body relaxing its grip...it's as though my body was telling me "thank you, you finally listened...you can let your guard down now, you are safe and free now." Little by little, the world began to look brighter and not every person I encountered seemed intimidating anymore...in fact, most people seemed warm. Since I felt safer in my body, I was able to be more present...and able to discuss conflicts with people calmly without shutting down.
I finally listened to my body/my instincts...cut her off...and when I did...whoosh, energy and happiness began to flow through my system like water and sunlight....
Anonymous wrote:He will be trading one kind of pain and suffering and anxiety with another. Don't kid yourself it will be "great" and "go for it."
A good approach would be to find a therapist who can help him understand why she is the way she is, and to feel sympathy for her. It's a much better way to live then estrangement.