In my wedding pics, my mom looks like she’s attending a funeral. She had a fit when she found out her gdaughter was expecting. Mom will never realize how much she hurts, not only herself, but everyone around her. If you asked her, she’d give you an entirely different scenario than what I’ve painted for you.
I’ve just found out in the last few years what kind of hell she put my younger siblings thru after I moved out. Makes me feel lower than a snake’s belly, but had I stayed, one of us would have ended up in prison or the loony bin. I can laugh now, but the wounds will never heal. Funny thing is, all the youngers get along better with her now.
I never fought back then, and they did. I was the model child—good grades, no trouble, etc. Guess I’m rebelling late in life. I’m not ugly to her, but I can’t be as loving as she wants.
“I never fought back then, and they did. I was the model child—good grades, no trouble, etc. Guess I’m rebelling late in life. I’m not ugly to her, but I can’t be as loving as she wants.”
I’m sorry to hear that - it must be incredible painful. When we think of “mother” we like to think of nurturing love.
It sounds like you have managed to become a different kind of mother to your children.
I hope you find the strength someday to find peace and forgiveness.
When I think of some “difficult” people in my own family, I often wonder how much is grounded in mental illness - or some sort of defect in their personality that they wrestle with (addiction problems - inability to trust or show empathy).
Sometimes people are what they are. We can’t figure them out - we can’t change them.
But we can be the best person we can.
God bless you and your family.