She does and (more often) says some horrible things to me. It has been like this since I was a child. It has been so accepted now for decades that I am her punchbag, even by other family members and friends, that there is something inside of me that is scared to change the status quo and I don't know why.
Some part of me knows that I have been dealing with it for years and now have installed some kind of personal overdraft facility for her insults, which keeps a reserve of energy to deal with the abuse when it comes.
In the times when she has completely and utterly crossed the line (and these have been extreme, often violent physical attacks or betrayals) I have retaliated with anger and cut her out. The longest period was for two years.
Whenever I do this, she cries and begs and becomes so sad and depressed and pitiful with apologies, and I see how empty she is inside. She is like a child. I can't bear the thought of her feeling this kind of desperation, and I don't know why. After a while I feel that I am strong enough to take it and I have to love her because I'm her daughter and she doesn't really mean what she says, and I let her back in and the abuse starts again.
The abuse is so belittling. That I am a pathetic, desperate, worthless, fat or unattractive, how no-one likes me. I made a speech at my own wedding and she heckled me during it. My father for some reason expects me to just absorb these abusive comments. Sometimes he even laughs at them, as if she is being entertaining or is a comedian. I think he thinks I just let them go over my head, which of course is what I appear to do - because she seems to thrive on my weakness - so I've had to learn over the years to at least appear like they have no affect at all - as that at least guarantees that they will stop after a little while. In the past when I have shown that a comment has wounded me deeply, she has slashed the wound open again and again.
A visit from her consists of her throwing poison arrows constantly from the moment she walks in.
Her: "You think you're so great, don't you?" (laughs,) "you think you have the perfect little life, but it's all a sham. You were nothing until you met your husband."
Me: Oh please, stop talking bullshit.
Her: "Deep down you know it's true. You know that no-one is going to tell you the truth apart from me - but when you hear it you can't take it."
Me: Right. (Rolls eyes) Would anybody like tea? (goes to kitchen)
Her: (shouting down the corridor) "You look awful in that skirt. You need to completely cover up otherwise you will become a laughing stock. No wonder Brian dumped you." (my ex)
Me: (ignoring) How are you? How's the house?
Her: (Looking at my wedding picture on the wall.) "Here you are posing again. I'd be embarrassed of this picture if I were you. It's arrogant to have photos up. Does your DH actually like women on the more overweight side? Or did he just feel sorry for you?"
The last visit she upset me so much that I sobbed for two hours after she left. I wait until I close the door and then I cry. DH got back and asked me what had happened, was furious and drafted her a fuming email telling her to never set foot back in our house, but for some reason I just couldn't let him send it, partly because I didn't want her to see me as weak or to know the things she said really affected me (and confirm in her mind that somehow they were true) and partly because I knew that whatever I was feeling right now, she would feel 10X worse upon receipt of the email. It's like abusing me is her lifeline. She hates herself more than she hates me. Does that make sense?
She once asked me to fix the internet on her computer as she doesn't know huge amount about technology. I went on to safari and saw that she had done about a hundred google searches about me online with association words like where I lived and my husband's name, his company, some of our friends and things like "affair," "liar," "criminal record," "vile."
When it's your own mother it is very hard to know what to do. She and I are so ingrained in this dynamic now - it's a part she's carved out for me since I was very, very young, so it's almost like I don't feel what's missing anyway - like being born without a limb or something. And now she is old.
The pain I will feel from cutting her out would almost be worse than the pain I feel from receiving her abuse, and I really don't know why?
Can anybody shed any light on why this is?
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thatthingonyournose · 03/10/2014 23:30
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